Prologue: The Creation of Bitter Enemies
October 1958
The woods of Okinawa were eerily quiet. You couldn't hear anything at all. There was no croaking of frogs, no chirping of crickets, no hooting of owls. The only thing you could have listened to was dew dropping into a nearby lake, the occasional light breeze rustling the leaves of trees and bamboo plants. You could even have heard your heart beat if you listened closely enough.
The full moon was plastered high in the night sky, its otherworldly glow casting its dim light on to the forest canopy. All was still and all was peaceful. Nothing could be heard as the…
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