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Masanori
Chittering creatures whizzed through the ginkgo trees behind Masanori as he ran.
Slits of moonlight guided him through the thicket. Branches sliced his arms, ripping his haori and covering him with stinging cuts. Fog leaked through the foliage, fanning from the thick underbrush. Strands crossed the path and locked Masanori in a nightmarish world of purple.
Crimson eyes peeked through the hazy canopy.
“Einu!” Masanori pressed a hand to the gash of his shoulder, courtesy of his horse when she’d bucked him off her back. He needed to find her before the Nightmare devoured them both. Mist pooled over the ground, obscuring any tracks Einu left in her flight.
Claws swiped at Masanori from above. Fabric tore when he spun to escape the creature’s hold. His sandal caught on a loose
