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... st prosperous city, where the day belonged to humans and the night to yokai, was now completely shrouded in twilight.
Even the clouds in the sky carried a sickly yellow color of death.
Every part of the city seemed to be burning—not with flames, but with the miasma of yokai and the aura of Yomi, twisting through the air like ghostly fire.
Most of Kyoto's humans had already fled the moment the miasma of Yomi appeared.
But the yokai—those whose minds had been erased ...
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