Panting a little, Yunjo hurried back home, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she pushed open the front door. She dropped her grocery bags on the floor, but there was no time to rest—she had to change clothes right away. A moment ago, she’d been wearing a cute cropped T-shirt that showed a hint of her waist and a mini skirt that...
Panting a little, Yunjo hurried back home, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she pushed open the front door. She dropped her grocery bags on the floor, but there was no time to rest—she had to change clothes right away. A moment ago, she’d been wearing a cute cropped T-shirt that showed a hint of her waist and a mini skirt that highlighted her long legs—an outfit that perfectly suited a fresh-faced 23-year-old college student. But what she picked up now was her ritual attire. A white skirt and blouse. A golden sash. And over it all, a flowing robe with wide, elegant sleeves. In an instant, the pretty young student transformed into something ethereal, like a celestial maiden straight out of an old folktale. This was Yunjo’s sinbok —the sacred robes of a shaman. [Are you not done yet?] A
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