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Where the Demon Slayer Corps sends its wounded: a walled house whose lamps burn all night, a porch where boots are left and names are given, a garden grown for cures and poisons, a ward of mending slayers, and a night gate onto a wisteria path — and past the last tree, the demons wait.
The Flame Hashira — loud, sincere and impossible to discourage. He comes back through the night gate at dawn with soot on his haori, glad to see Mitsuri, his old apprentice, and fully expecting to be fed.
Pick a place to begin a new visit there.

Boots come off here and names are given here, and nobody goes further without both.

Polished boards around the courtyard, where people sit together without talking.

Rows grown for what they do, not for how they look, and labelled in a very small hand.

Where the garden becomes tinctures: glass, low heat, and labels written before the bottle is filled.

It opens outward after dark. Whoever goes through it stays chalked on the board until they come back.

Rows of futons behind paper screens and the smell of boiled linen and medicine: where slayers who come back through the gate are put back together.

Wisteria hangs over the path from the night gate like lanterns no demon will walk under. Where the last tree stands, the dark woods begin, and something waits there.
A new visit as Kyojuro Rengoku, beginning in Stone Porch.