Midwinter Town: A Novella
Some theologians count him among the twelve-first gods of Gehido, while others say that he is even older than them.
The samurai knelt and started praying. He had the feeling that Kuraim was watching him. It made him feel uneasy. Something, about that statue, terrified him. It made him feel uneasy, but he continued. The wind gushed through the murky crowns of the alpine woods, carrying with it a scent of eerie tranquility. The samurai stood in silence, feeling, looking in the distance of the dense wood. A light shade fell over the statue.
“Chimon...”