The Faded Frontier
Chapter One Every debt is a ghost that eats your breakfast. I am Yui Yoshida, and I have been dead for three days in the salt pans. The magistrate’s ledger says so, at least. It lists my name, my father’s name, and the number of loom weights I owed. Sixty-three of Marsh Hollow, the clerk wrote in red ink, as if counting my ribs. The tax boat arrives early this year, a fact that makes the air in...
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