The Wistful Saga
Chapter One "Put it down, Aiko. You are tiring yourself out." The voice came from behind, muffled by the fog that had swallowed the port for three days, rendering the harbor useless and the telegraph office silent. Aiko Yamada did not stop. She ran, her boots splashing through the puddles that had formed in the hollows of the cobblestones, the smell of wet salt and rotting kelp thick in her...
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