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The MeetingHe stood on the wooden bridge along the eastern edge of Zento, the town in which he was raised, watching the waterfall in the darkness that comes with the last few hours before daybreak. Ryus charcoal gray robe whispered against the faint breeze, and somewhere a plaintive song was being played out on a bamboo flute. The night was still and quiet except for these small sounds, and darkness prevailed, broken only by the occasional paper lantern hung at strategic yet pleasing intervals within the small city.The Meeting
The long silver-white hair that was his was braided in a neat plait that fell nearly to his waist, and it nearly glowed
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