The Faded Quadrant

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Chapter One The weight of the water was a fact, not a feeling. It sat in the basins of the shitamachi like a debt that had no due date, pressing down on the roots of the wisteria that climbed the brick walls of the funeral home parlor where Ren Kondo kept his ledger. Ren was thirty-two, a scribe by trade and a nurse by necessity, and he was tired in the way that only men who carry other...

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