The Faded Portrait
Chapter One The harbor groaned under the weight of the morning tide, chains rattling against iron pulleys as the cranes swung their heavy loads over the water, a rhythmic, industrial heartbeat that defined the life of Osaka’s shitamachi district. The air was heavy with coal smoke and wet concrete, a physical fact that settled into the lungs of every worker who moved through the fog-choked...
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