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CHAPTER ONE The Chrysanthemum Throne BEFORE THE ZEROES flew and the war crimes stacked high, there was a throne — ancient, floral, and shrouded in divinity. Japan’s emperor wasn’t just a man. He was a living god. At least, that’s what the people were taught. The Chrysanthemum Throne, the seat of the Emperor of Japan, traces back in myth to Amaterasu, the sun goddess. This wasn’t just imperial propaganda — it was the foundation of national identity. The emperor wasn’t elected, and he didn’t rule by charisma or military prowess. He ruled because heaven had allegedly stamped his bloodline. And into that lineage was born Hirohito, in 1901 — a quiet, shy boy who would become one of the most...