The Pale Dance
Chapter One What is the weight of a name that no longer fits the body it was given? I asked Kuroda-san this on the loading dock, back when the frost still held the hull in a white grip. He was reviewing the registration forms for the shift rotation, his pen moving with the mechanical precision of a man who had long ago stopped seeing the words and started seeing only the numbers. I was...
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