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GRADUATION: A PRELUDE
[ Yasuragi returns to Tokyo in Spring. The winter snow has melted, and in the park the trees are blossoming, pale petals that whirl in the breeze. A branch trembles to bring a flurry across his vision, blocking his vision momentarily: instead he feels only the chill wind, and hears the crisp clear sound of a twig breaking underfoot. When the sakura are gone from his vision, he sees a tall man.
Asmodeus, in the shade of the trees, holds out a hand gloved in black leather to beckon for you to approach. ]
Asmodeus, in the shade of the trees, holds out a hand gloved in black leather to beckon for you to approach. ]

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The gardens are beautiful today, aren’t they.
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