The Wistful Voyage

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"Seal it, Inoue. The grain ships leave at dawn." I pressed the vermilion ink to the paper. The brush felt dead in my hand, stiff with dried pigment. I was a magistrate, or so the court claimed, yet I was only a tool for their signatures. The winter famine had emptied the granaries in Okinawa, and the people were eating bark. I wanted only to end the suffering, to push the paper through the...

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