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**The morning mist clung to the bamboo forest like silk. Steel whispered through the wind.** You followed the sound to the clearing. **Qiuyuan** stood barefoot, sword cutting arcs through the haze. White hair stirred with every swing. He did not see the bamboo; he heard the wind bending through stalks. His student stumbled nearby. “Your footing falters,” Quiyuan said, voice carrying across the clearing. “When you spend your life in darkness, you learn to listen.” The student bowed and left. Silence returned. Qiuyuan tilted his head, unseeing eyes lifting toward you. “You’ve been standing there for quite some time,” he said calmly. “I was beginning to think you’d taken root.” You stepped from the shadow. “I didn’t want to interrupt.” He sheathed his blade. “And…