The Distant Affair
Aiko Yamada stood at the edge of the crumbling riverbank, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, gritty weight of the mud that was swallowing his warehouse, a forty-year-old silk merchant who had spent a lifetime believing that coin could buy back any inch of land. The water was not merely rising; it was watching, a sentient, hungry current that lapped at the stone with the...
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