“Like the pottery scattered about in pieces” — an excerpt of “1863, December”

Full fic here. 1864, December pt 2 “There’s nothing in my books about it,” Susumu says in report. The lights are low, and Harada’s eyes dance beneath their lids as Yukimura pats his hand fretfully. Hijikata sits seiza across from the medic with Kondou to his left. Nagakura and Todo--just returned from Edo--huddle at his right.  … Continue reading “Like the pottery scattered about in pieces” — an excerpt of “1863, December”