The Distant Legend
I. Did he think the law would save them, or was he simply too tired to fight? Sota Ito stood before the magistrate’s desk, the wood cold and varnished under his fingertips, and asked for his brother’s release. The magistrate, a man whose coat smelled of pipe tobacco and old money, did not look up from his ledger. He cited the statute protecting the estate’s surplus, a clause that read like a...
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