The Golden Crossing

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Chapter One Was it the water that had gone solid, or had they simply forgotten how to move? Yoshiko Ito woke to the smell of wet wool and old paper, the air in the machiya so heavy with damp that it felt like breathing through a cloth, and when she pressed her face to the window, the river outside was not flowing but standing, a vast, unmoving sheet of amber that stretched from the muddy banks...

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