The Faded Chronicle

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Jiro Yamamoto was the filer at the sawmill, a job that required steady hands and a tolerance for sawdust in the lungs, and he stood now in the ferry queue with his back to the rain, watching the water rise against the pilings. It was the end of the civil war, or so the papers claimed, but the air in Osaka’s shitamachi still tasted of iron and ash. The wet snow was too heavy for the lines,...

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