The Wistful Silence
Chapter One Taro Nakagawa stood in the motor room of the Kato Building, the air heavy with ozone and wet wool, and waited for the inspector to finish adjusting his cuffs. He was thirty-two, and his hands, usually steady enough to chart the depth of the river, trembled slightly against the cold brass railing. He needed the transfer to the rural station, not for the quiet, but because his...
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