As I walked, I considered the fact that I wouldn’t be able to go on living here forever, in this house on the Plateau, guarding the other houses. Eventually the Samurai would break down and there’d be no way to drive into town. The wooden steps would rot, snow would tear off the gutters, the stove would stop working, and one freezing-cold February the pipes would burst. And I would grow weaker too. My Ailments were destroying my body, gradually, relentlessly. Each year my knees ached more, and my liver was clearly no longer fit for purpose. After all, I’ve been alive a long time. That’s what I
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