The Distant Summer
Shimizu Taro had always dreamed of the pillar breaking, a sound like a bone snapping inside a hollow chest, and he woke with the taste of wet limestone in his mouth, the phantom weight of the stone still crushing his ribs as he lay in the narrow cot of the airport shuttle office. The year was 2014, and the air in the Kyushu port town hung heavy with the smell of brine and rotting reeds, a scent...
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