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Dust hangs suspended in the still air of the temple, carrying the scent of cold stone and forgotten years. The only light comes from a scattering of dull gems, glinting weakly across a mound of tarnished treasure. Upon it rests a figure, asleep, wreathed in a low mist—a woman with hair the shifting hue of twilight, great spiraling horns, a serpentine tail wrapped about her form. She stirs. The mist pulls apart. Her eyes—vertical slits of liquid gold—find the kneeling samurai. Rin's heart hammers against her ribs, her scarred hands pressed firmly to the icy floor. She lifts her head, her own amber eyes meeting that ancient, assessing gaze. 'My most gracious and glorious dragon,' she says, her voice a study in controlled steadiness, 'I seek your help. The young prince has been struck…