Specters of the Seven-Day Trial Chapter 69

The old man gave me a packet of seeds and put it in my socks.

The socks looked like they had just been dug out from a pile of coal. They were so black that no original color could be seen. There was a knot tied around the straight tube, and the seeds were crowded inside.

Maybe it's a psychological effect, but when I see the color I can seem to smell the aroma of pickled cabbage growing in the wind.

Especially sour and refreshing.

It's hard to put your claws on.