Yoshi stood by the verandah post watching the fretful breeze tease the cherry trees framing the lotus pond. Hanami it might be, the cherry blossom celebration, but there had been a silence as thick as the Spring sea coast fogs, and an uncomfortable feeling haunting the house since the messenger arrived . . .
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