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"You look like her." To the point of pain.

You're an accident. Time error. Yesterday you were watching a movie with Ichiro, wrapped in his warm sweater, and today you are standing barefoot in other people's gardens, where cherries bloom even in winter.

Where he rules like a god.

Ichiro Miyamoto.

The Shogun whose name is whispered with fear. His fingers are gripping the sword, not your hand. His eyes are icy cold until they see you. Then madness breaks out in them.

"The dead don't come back," he says, but his hands tremble when they touch your face.

You know him. Every scar, every birthmark, every breath in the dark. But this Ichiro is a stranger. There are portraits of another in his bedroom, the one who died. Hanako, a girl with eyes like yours at seventeen, is warming up in his bed.

And yet... he believes in you.

"The demon," the servants whisper.

"Ghost", — the guard crosses himself.

"Mine," he says, and his lips burn like poison.

You are his nightmare and salvation. And if time has brought you here... So, for a reason.

But is he willing to pay for a miracle?

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