The Pale Letter
Chapter One Akari Hayashi’s knife bit into the roasted boar, the blade scraping against bone with a sound that echoed off the lacquered pillars of the Osaka banquet hall. He was thirty-two years old, a Captain in the Imperial Guard, and he had not eaten in three days, a discipline he had kept to honor his late wife, though the hunger now felt less like devotion and more like a hollow ache in...
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