The Pale Garden
Chapter One "You cannot sign that paper, Riku Matsumoto," the magistrate said, his finger hovering over the ink. "The company owns the debt. You own nothing but your shame." I stood in the harvest hall, the air heavy with roasted pork and the metallic tang of fear. Around us, the workers laughed, their voices bouncing off the low ceilings, but I heard only the clock on the wall, ticking toward...
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