“The body was lying flat on its back dressed in a bluish silk kimono and a wrinkled head-dress of the Kiyoto style. A single sword-stroke had pierced the breast. The fallen bamboo-blades around it were stained with bloody blossoms. No, the blood was no longer running. The wound had dried up, I believe. And also, […]
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