The Golden Maze
Chapter One Yoshiko Suzuki’s hands were already blackened with grease when the steam pipes began to whisper her name, a low, wet hiss that vibrated against the ribcage of the hall. She stood at the head of the long oak table, the weight of the Imperial Guard’s insignia pressing into her collarbone, while the banquet guests—industrialists, bankers, men whose hands smelled of ink and old...
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