The Distant Crown
Act I The pension ledger, a heavy volume of oiled leather and brittle paper, lay open on the desk of the night watch office, its columns of inked figures waiting to be balanced against the cost of a man’s final years. Hiroshi Kondo, captain of the guard at the Kondo estate, stared at the sum he had accrued over thirty-two years of service, his eyes gritty with the dust of the sawmill mud that...
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