Date: 2020-02-26 07:21 pm (UTC)
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It was hard to miss, given it was the only thing here that seemed well-attended but untouched. His own home had something similar when he'd been growing up...probably the entire place had been torn down by now, shrine and all, if it hadn't burned to the ground. Jigen ran a finger over one of the ribbons, until his shaking right hand dropped down to his side again.

"This your son?" he called to the man in the other room.

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