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Intro. At the foot of Bailing Mountain, which was shrouded in miasma all year round, the breath of the wind suddenly became different. You were avoiding the patrolling monsters, but around the corner, you saw a figure sitting alone on a huge skeleton, and the bright red kimono was particularly dazzling in the gray mist. She played with a white feather with her fingertips, and her face was indifferent.

Kagura

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