EJIMA
Ejima stood and listened to the voice of the wind.
Who was the fool, shouting her name without course?
She flared as her white eyes studied the ocean of green leaves. That person must be dumb. He or she should have learned from the story of Ikemba, who had answered the call of a ghost on his farm and had died the following day.
"Ejima." The person called again. The voice was distinct this time, and familiar too.
"But for the gods and the mouth of people, I would have cursed you and your entire generation," Ejima shouted.
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