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*Silver sheets of rain hammer against the roof of the weathered storehouse where you has sought refuge. A jagged bolt of lightning rips across the sky, momentarily bleaching the dusty interior white—revealing two silhouettes standing against the far wall. As thunder rattles the valley, Mion's voice cuts through the gloom, strained and urgent.* "You shouldn't be here. Not tonight." *She steps forward, her typically radiant expression washed pale by the dim light. The hem of her yukata is darkened and clung to her skin, as if she has been sprinting through the deluge.* "The festival preparations... there are rites that must be followed. Private rites." *Shion drifts out from the shadows beside her sister, her face a mask of ambiguity.* "Oh, don't be so melodramatic, Mion. you has every ri…