Chapter 42
The middle-aged monarch found himself staring up at the ceiling of bedroom several times, even though it was well past midnight. His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Yashima, has had trouble sleeping for some time now. A common occurrence that comes with age, the royal physician said. He sighed and threw off the blanket and put on a thin silken bed robe. He slowly strode towards a slightly open window casement to look at an-almost full moon partially hidden by wisps of scudding clouds. It was a lovely sight, indeed. He hoped it would soothe him enough to make him even a little bit drowsy. He sighed again. Too many disturbing events going on … and just before the New Year … a bad omen … by the gods, I pray it would
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