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The ghost who bled

I went to my death shortly before the bomb fell on Hiroshima. After that, I couldn't leave the world

There was no crying at my funeral and I was glad of it. It made me proud to see how bravely my mother bade farewell to her youngest boy. My darling sister, Ayaka, secretly touched her elbow in case she faltered. But my mother stood firm throughout the ceremony. She knew that my death was honourable, that I embraced it with tears of joy.

I was a little sad, of course, to be leaving this life. Sometimes it had been very sweet to me. Like that time I kissed Eriko in the cherry grove behind her father’s house. Or when…

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