The Golden Quest
Could the rot be stopped, or was it merely a matter of time before the wood gave way? Act I The wet season had settled into the Hokkaido plain like a damp wool blanket, pressing the windmills into the grey sky with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a physical weight on the eaves. Michiko Nakagawa stood at the window of her boarding house room, watching the oak in the...
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