The Pale Tower

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The Pale Tower

Osaka shitamachi moved in the cold snap, a city of rusted ferries and wet wool, where the pipes in the old houses burst with a sound like cracking knuckles and the steam from the hospital laundry hung heavy in the air, thick as the wool of a dead sheep. Riku Matsumoto stood in the courtyard of the Imperial Archive, his breath fogging in the grey light, holding a vial of pale, viscous ink that...

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