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Post by midnightcacophony on Apr 2, 2013 12:41:26 GMT -5
To Akita, Kamigawa would always be home. Even if he had vowed never to return to the region of his birth, any space on the land of Kami, from the heights of clouds upon which the Soratami danced and studied, to the depths of the Nezumi swamplands... It was nice to have familiar soil beneath his feet again. He glanced out over the farms before him, smelling the sweet odor of freshly chaffed rice. The expression on his face was at the least wistful. The sun soaked into his black overcoat and warmed him almost to burning before he decided to set off for the nearest town. The village he had 'walked near was a little too small for his tastes.
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