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Sato took a shaky breath. He held the letter out. Yuri took it. She handled it with the reverence of a priest handling scripture. She slipped it into a waterproof pouch inside her coat.

"You told me you burned it," Yuri said softly. Her voice was like the rain—steady, cold, but necessary. "But you didn't. Because if you had, you wouldn't be standing in an alleyway at midnight waiting for a ghost that isn't coming." honma yuri