Short Story Sunday: “The Oiran’s Song”

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First line: “Winter will always remind you of three things: the smoke rising from the fire that burned your home; the cold floor you slept on as a pageboy in the teahouse; and the peculiar shade of your brother’s skin, the way his bruises grayed like melted snow.”

The Oiran’s Song” by Isabel Yap, published by Uncanny magazine.

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