The Wistful Witness
Chapter One "You missed the decimal," Hara said. He did not look up from his ledger. Shinji Ishikawa stood in the doorway of the Bureau of Records, his hands still damp with the smell of ink and fear. The room was silent except for the scratch of a reed pen on parchment. "Again," Hara continued, his voice flat and dry as the dust on the shelf. "You are a scribe, Shinji. You are not a poet. Do...
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