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324 pages, Hardcover
First published May 6, 2025
Were my misdeeds a nocturnal sonata? I think this through, and the worst revelation washes over me. I’m not part of Rocket’s orchestra. I never was part of it. I’m a piece he maneuvers for a different game. The most disposable piece available. Just a pawn. Move over here, little bird. Sacrifice yourself on this square, little bird.
Fuji’s forehead wears its creases. These are the marks of age. Of decay. Every line branded into her skin so gradually it’s imperceptible until it’s too late. Father Time holds the branding iron, sizzling with immortal heat, intended for the mere mortal. But age isn’t the only barometer informing Father Time when to drive his brand into our faces. So, too, does loss.