Chapter 51 · for subscribers
Three names and a fourth. Mine, in the hand of a woman who filled in a ward form in September; the keeper's, in the keeper's own hand; Rena's, in a sprinter's scrawl at half past one. And under them, four characters and a given name — Mizuhara Nao, one passenger, northbound, seven o'clock — a child the ward has only ever had half the name of, chalked up whole on a public wall in a fishing town as though she were simply somebody who had bought a ticket.
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