( first story | voice | unseelie )

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[ His incompetence with technology, magic or not, is evident in how blatantly open/unlocked the transmission is. Momosuke's voice is just loud enough over the rattling of the cart he's hitched a ride on. He sounds somewhat ill: apprehensive without being dishonest, a man with a weak stomach. ]

Before I came here, I wanted to collect and publish one hundred ghost stories. I haven't put words to paper in more than a month. I...

I don't know how to fight. I've tried to train, but my hand wasn't made for the sword. So if there's something I can do to help others in need... I can't promise I'll be any help, but I'll try.


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