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A shadow appeared in front of the window pulling the curtains closed with great urgency. The only thing that can be heard is the chatter of something sinister and footsteps. Figures pace back and forth, the patter of feet as soft as the falling of cherry blossom petals. After what seems like eternity, she emerges from the mountain. She's wearing a mask, on what would be her last night. 

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