The Wistful Show
Could a man who had lost the strength to hold his sword still command the loyalty of the court? Kenji Matsumoto stood in the muddy courtyard of the Imperial Palace, the iron of his blade trembling in a hand that had once been steady as stone. Three months of wasting sickness had eaten his strength, leaving him a hollow vessel of duty. Before him, a rogue guard knelt, not in submission, but in...
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