The Faded Bouquet
Act I Yuna Kato pressed the stamped jar handle into the wet clay, her thumb bleeding through the paper wrapper. The scent of wilting lilies hit her before the door did, thick and sweet, a smell that belonged in a grave, not a customs shed. She was thirty-two, a constable with a ledger of debts that weighed more than her uniform, and she had come to arrest Magistrate Takeda. Her brother Haruki...
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