Kaori Saejima -2021- ✔

Kaori was thirty-four. Once, she had been a child prodigy of the shogi circuit—the "Lioness of Kyushu," they called her after she defeated a reigning grandmaster at sixteen. But that was before the accident. Before the tremor in her left hand made it impossible to place a piece without knocking over three others. Before her mother’s funeral, which she watched through a hospital window, her jaw wired shut after a seizure sent her down a flight of concrete stairs.

Kaori Saejima.

The apartment was silent save for the arrhythmic drip from a leak in the corner, where a red plastic basin collected rainwater. On the low table in front of her, beside the empty chessboard, lay a single white envelope. It had arrived that morning, slipped under the door by the landlady, who never looked Kaori in the eye. Kaori Saejima -2021-

The main reading room was a cathedral of shelves, most of them toppled like dominoes. At the far end, beneath a stained-glass window depicting a phoenix that no longer caught the light, a single table had been set. Two chairs. A shogi board. And on the board, arranged in the starting position, every piece present except one. Kaori was thirty-four