Chapter 4 · free to read
It began not with a flood, but with a silence where the boil used to be.
He had drawn these diversion plans himself. Eighteen months ago. For her.
Word moves faster than steam. By the second lantern, the whole street knew the Tsukikage bath had gone cold.
Her lawyers had bought the river. No one had bought the iron.
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