The Distant Threshold
Chapter One The machiya rows of Kyoto bent under the weight of the spring flood, the water rising not as a threat but as a slow, inevitable tide that swallowed the cobbles of the pilgrim road one by one, erasing the distinction between the street and the lake of stranded boats that lay beyond the village limits. In the last house before the water, where the air hung heavy with the damp rot of...
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