The Wistful Witness

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Chapter One In the winter of the displaced, the air in the shop tasted of dried camphor and old dust. Yoshiko Yoshida stood behind the counter, her hands steady as she ground the root of the angelica, a motion she had performed ten thousand times. She was forty-two, but the exile had aged her into a woman of fifty, her face mapped with the lines of a life lived in shadow. The village had not...

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