It was forgotten, along with everything from her life before. But the little blade had never left her mind or her heart. Her hands found the weapon as easily as if she had put it there yesterday. “What is that?” Setsuko asked as Misaki straightened up on her knees and brushed a cloud of dust from the sheath. “This…” In spite of everything, Misaki found a smile on her lips. “This is Shadow’s Daughter.”
