The Wistful Mountain

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Chapter One The machiya rows of Kyoto stretched out in a long, grey line, the slate hills splitting the flat land like a blade through a loaf of bread, and the air smelled of wet wood and the sharp, metallic tang of machine oil being poured through a funnel at the docks. It was a smell that clung to the skin, a physical fact of the winter camp, where the nomad confederacy had settled for the...

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