Chapter 15 · free to read
The Tsukikage had not held this many pairs of hands since the mill closed.
Nobody in that room worked for him. Nobody in that room had been told to be polite to him. He had no idea at all what to do with that.
Thirty-one days had become seven. The lanterns were not paid for, the debt had not moved a yen — and across the river, somebody was sending the Ginrei a photograph of exactly which room to walk into.
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