The Onmyoji’s Wife
Kenji stood, onmyoji cap in his hands, trying to lose himself in the gentle breeze that whispered through his favorite tree, picking up the scent of the peaches before tickling over his uncovered head.
It was divine, the sound of the leaves, the smell of overripe fruit, the coolness of autumn blowing down from the mountains. But it wasn't enough. It didn't dispell the memories plaguing him. Daichi's scream as the spirit flung him into the wooden crossbeam then hurled him down onto the floor. The shattering of bones, the tang of blood in the air. The malevolence of the spirit pressing at his mind even as he and Gakuto fled.
"If we could figure out where we went wrong," Gakuto said from where he sat on the walkway behind Kenji. "We were so close."
"We were close," Kenj
