33. Yama took up that bunch of sticks, spread them open like a fan in his hands, raised them up to the level of his face, and closed his eyes. Suddenly I felt cold. I could almost see ghostly Japanese spirits floating around the room!
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Excerpts by George Wyatt (contributed by Joel Wilson)
Artwork by Beniamino Bodini
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