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The odd chiaroscuro of his face, backed by the blue February night, gives him a shadowy, Gemini look; half encased in shadow, the overhead light on Ichiban’s porch highlighting his features with sickly-yellow streaks of the dying-lightbulb glow.
“Come in,” Ichiban says, stepping back and opening the door wide enough to allow for his wheelchair to pass through the threshold.