The Wistful Witness

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Yamamoto Takeshi stood in the maintenance bay, the air heavy with ozone and old grease, and watched the needle of his compass spin without purpose. It was a small brass instrument, cracked along the glass, a gift from a wife who had died in the winter of 1922, and it lay in his palm like a stone that had lost its weight. The sound of the turbine had stopped three days prior, but the silence...

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