The Wistful Cipher

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Riku Yamamoto stood in the courtyard, the rain slicking the stone until it looked like black glass. I was thirty-four, a retired operative with a bad knee and a debt I had carried for three years. The house hummed, a low static that buzzed in my teeth, distorting the sound of the rain into a hiss. I needed the sword. I needed to settle the account with my father, and by extension, with myself....

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