The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The fog in Osaka’s shitamachi does not clear; it thickens, a physical weight that presses against the loom-shutters and the skin of the well-diggers. Jiro Ishikawa stood at the edge of the queue, the line of men stretching back from the harbor master’s office like a snake of wet wool, his hand clutching a tally stick notched to the hilt. He had come to pay for the boat repairs, to secure the...

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