Stories by Yuki Kazehara

Yuki Kazehara

The umbrella had no owner. That was the first thing Kenji Matsuda noticed when he knelt to collect it from the waiting area at Namba Station. Rainwater pooled i…

Yuki Kazehara

The ink was still wet. Satomi touched it, almost without thinking, then regretted the smudge blossoming on her fingertip. Beside the scroll, the renowned callig…

Yuki Kazehara

The clocks had stopped, of course. That was how she found him. Ms. Ishikawa, whose floral arrangements graced the lobby of the Seishin Municipal Police Station …