The White Kami: A Novel

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Excerpt from The White KamiHer eye chanced to light upon a cheaply framed photograph. With an impulsive, half desperately searching air she took it in her hand, and her regard assumed a passing gleam of soft ness. What she held was the likeness of a young man about her own age  apparently around twenty  with a somewhat groping look. Her inspection became hard, critical, un relenting. When she put him down it was with a thrust of annoyance. The young man tottered a moment on the dizzy edge of a rouge pot and then fell prostrate. She did not bother to put him on his feet again.