The Faded Frontier

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Act I The looms in the Nishinomiya textile mills clattered like the teeth of starving dogs, a rhythmic pounding that shook the dust from the rafters and settled into the lungs of every worker. The air smelled of wet wool and cheap tobacco, a heavy, greasy film that coated the tongue. Yamato Kato stood at the edge of the counting house, his hands raw and split, watching the magistrates sign the...

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