The Faded Frontier
Chapter One The port of Kagoshima churned with the grey sludge of the tide, where the refugee column moved in a slow, shuffling line toward the auction block, their breath hanging in the still air before the storm. In the tannery’s office, one hundred and twenty-six of Widow’s Landing, the smell of lye and old leather clung to the rafters, and Sakura Yamamoto stood before the high desk, her...
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