The Distant Summer

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Chapter One Who pays the price of a lie when the ink knows? Hiroshi Inoue sat in the damp gloom of the archive room, the recycled stock of his family photo tucked into his breast pocket, its edges soft as worn cloth. Outside, the monsoon burst turned the machiya rows into rivers of slush, the water rising against the baseboards with a slow, hungry lap that made the floorboards groan. He dipped...

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