Chapter 1 · free to read
Higashiura. Population: shrinking. The last place I wanted to be.
It smelled like celluloid and dust. Exactly the same as when I was seven.
Eight years drawing other people's dreams frame by frame. Then one morning I just... couldn't draw another line.
One second of someone moving. I used to know exactly how much that was worth.
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