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Inside, the shop was smaller than a coffin. A single wooden counter. A single stool. An old man — the fifth Yamada Itiro, though he looked as ancient as the first — stood over a clay stove, stirring a small pot with a bamboo whisk.

"Sit," said the old man without turning. yamadaitiro-nomise

After a long while, Satoru finished the bowl. He set down the spoon. Inside, the shop was smaller than a coffin