The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One In the damp, windowless basement of the textile factory, the air tasted of wet wool and old iron. Himari Ogawa, forty-two and foreman of the night shift, fought a violent coughing fit that bent him double over the inspection table. He desperately wanted to finish the ledger before his supervisor arrived, but the fabric’s unnatural coldness made his hands tremble, signaling his...
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