In the flickering lantern light of 17th-century Edo—modern-day Tokyo—a fisherman named Hanaya Yohei stood at a riverside stall, his hands slick with the morning's catch. The air hummed with the chatter of merchants and the distant clatter of wooden geta sandals on cobblestones. Yo

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