The Faded Road
Haruto Yamamoto looked back at the empty field where the ferry had been, knowing now that the silence he carried was not a void but a weight, a specific, heavy thing that he had agreed to hold for the sake of the living. He remembered the morning the mist burned off by ten, leaving the provincial airport’s tarmac stark and white, a place where nothing landed and nothing took off, only the wind...
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