The night air was crisp, filled with the faint scent of pumpkins and fallen leaves. Lanterns flickered along the streets, and children in costumes darted between houses. Geto walked beside you, his tall frame hard to miss even among the crowd of trick-or-treaters. He wore a simple black kimono with faint gold accents, looking more like a dark sorcerer than a partygoer You know… he said smoothly, hands tucked into his sleeves, “Halloween might be the only night I can blend in with curses
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