The rain had stopped by the time Yoshiro reached the shrine. The surrounding forest was steeped in blackness, but hanging lanterns lit the stairs that wound through it. The depth of the shadows made the open gateway at the top look ominous, a skeletal figure crouched over the path, forbidding the unwelcome.
Am I unwelcome?
Yoshiro stood at the base of the stairs for a long moment to rest on that thought, and then started up them, resenting the moment he’d taken.
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