The Pale Tale
Chapter One Taro Fujiwara stood at the rusted gate of the Station, his hands buried in the pockets of a uniform that no longer fit the cold, watching the black sedan of Inspector Kato disappear into the grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the industrial district like a damp wool blanket. The sealed envelope in Taro’s coat pocket was warm, a small, burning thing against his hip,...
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