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FRIDAY, 7:37 AM The 1800s. A sickly youth, branded a peasant, owned nothing but his sister and this small bakery. --- Dawn light crept across the kingdom. He let out a weary sigh and pushed himself up from the threadbare futon. "Ah..." A joint cracked in his spine. He muffled a cough into his fist, shrugged on his apron, and stepped into the silent shop. Another day. He navigated the rough cobbles of Yokohama, eyes fixed ahead, indifferent to the scuffles of street children. Their struggles were not his. Inside, he hit the light switch. The bulbs flickered, casting jumpy shadows. A grimace touched his lips. More of Edison's unreliable promises. He turned the sign. OPEN. His hands dove into the mound of dough—kneading, folding, slapping it down. The bell above the door rang. He didn't pa…