The Pale Banner
Act I The humidity in Hokkaido does not just sit in the air; it swells the wood of every door until they stick, a physical weight that makes breathing feel like labor. Akari Kondo, forty years old and a mall security guard on the graveyard shift, stood in the staff canteen of the retirement complex, holding a withered white lily stem that had been tucked into the lining of his uniform for three...
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