12.09.2026, 14:35
He had come. By himself. No one had brought him in a truck, no one had delivered him on a stretcher. He had walked these last kilometers from the coast on his own two feet, one of which was made of wood. He hadn’t waited for medical transports in the port of Naha, but had simply set off on foot, not hoping to hitch a ride — thirty kilometers over ruined roads, across fields littered with rusty iron, past empty ashes — back to Mawashiasato
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