"You came," the figure said. The voice was neither male nor female. It was old and young at once. Tired.
She folded the letter carefully, slid it back into the envelope, and tucked it into the folds of her gray cardigan. Then she rose, unsteady on legs that had forgotten stairs, and crossed to the window. Kaori Saejima -2021-
The gold general from 2014. Her abandoned pawn. It sat in the center of the board's edge, placed precisely on the 8th square of the first rank, like a marker on a grave. "You came," the figure said