“Once again, from the beginning,” Sagiri said, her hands folded behind her back. Shichi nodded from his place on the floor, his palms set neatly on his folded knees. “Kakkon-to—cold symptoms, headaches, and fever,” he recited from memory. “For a…

“Oh no.” Shichi ducked beneath the heads of the other customers. His heart began to pound, knocking inside of his chest as if it were trying to come out. He and Chiyo had left the island behind; he hadn’t expected…