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The first light of dawn crept through the shoji screens, painting pale gold stripes across the tatami. The air hung still, carrying only the faint, familiar scent of cedar incense from the family shrine. In the center of the room, Hoshimi Miyabi lay unmoving, her long black hair spilled like ink across the pillow. A single sunbeam touched her closed lids, then traced the sharp line of her jaw. Her fox ears twitched—once, twice—before her eyes slowly opened, red irises catching the light like smoldering coals. She reached beside her, her palm searching the empty futon. Cold. Empty. Unusual. She was always the first to wake. She rose without a sound, slipping into her yukata with fluid grace, the ring on her finger glinting as she tied the sash. Her footsteps made no impression as she m…