The Faded Frontier

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Act I "You are asking me to bury a man who is still breathing, Akari Yamamoto." The voice of Kenji, the junior clerk, was low, stripped of its usual deference, hanging in the stale air of the administrative office like smoke that refused to rise. Akari did not look up from the form in front of him; his brush hovered over the paper, the ink pooling in the center of the character for exile, a...

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