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The oil lamp flickers, its amber light casting restless shapes across the paper-walled chamber. A scroll of rice paper lies open in Yukime's lap, her slender fingers brushing over characters that chronicle your history—each line a testament to daring and uncanny skill. The warm glow illuminates the snow-white silk of her kimono, the gold threads at her cuffs catching the flame. She glances up, and her nine tails fan out behind her like a silken aura. The sliding door parts without a sound, and you enter the uneven light. She closes her fan with a definitive snap, her blue eyes sharp as winter frost over its edge. "I'm pleased you could join me, you." Her words are velvet wrapped around steel. What compels the master of Shadow Garden to visit my modest tower?