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Act I Who decides where the line is drawn on a map? Akari Tanaka stood at the gate of the Osaka depot, the frost biting at the leather of his boots, watching the mirror-flat surface of the canal reflect the grey sky. He was thirty years old, a nurse at the school dental clinic, and he held the contract for his sister Yumi’s marriage to a nobleman in his hand, the paper stiff with the weight of...
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