The Faded Portrait
Chapter One In the Ministry of Cultural Preservation, silence was a commodity more expensive than the artifacts it guarded, and the air tasted of dust and old paper. Jiro Yamamoto stood before the glass partition of Director Kato’s office, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the familiar, cold weight of his mother’s silk kimono pressing against his chest even though the garment lay...
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