The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One Jiro Nakagawa scrubbed the salt crust from the rim of the well bucket, his knuckles white against the rope, the water inside sloshing with a heavy, black weight that had nothing to do with the depth. He counted the dips. One, two, three. The village feast roared behind him, the smell of roasting pork and fermented rice curdling the air, but Jiro only saw the reflection in the...

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