The Wistful Ashes
Could a mark on paper be a crime? Takeshi Ogawa stood in the grey light of the Ministry of Correction’s intake office, his fingers hovering over the file of his younger sister, Riko. The room smelled of ozone and old paper, a scent that had settled into the lining of his coat over twelve years of service. He was thirty-two, a senior enforcer, and he had come here to fix a clerical error, to...
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