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The rain was a mercy. It washed away the chalk dust from the training grounds and, for a few hours, silenced the clang of steel that echoed through the Aoki estate. Rin Aoki knelt on the polished wood of the dojo veranda, watching the water cascade off the eaves. Her reflection, a distorted ghost in a puddle below, wore the same stern expression she’d practiced for eighteen years.
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