The Pale Verdict
Sakura Saito’s hands were already buried in the wet clay of the foundation, the cold seeping through the leather of her gloves to press against the bone of her wrists, a sensation that had become indistinguishable from the tremor in her own teeth. The city of Kurogane, a sprawl of soot-stained warehouses and whaling sheds built on the shingle beach of the bay, did not shake with the wind, but...
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