The rain over the province of Mikawa fell not in droplets but in silver sheets, as if the heavens themselves were trying to wash away the stain of Lord Rori’s rise to power. In the thatched eaves of a forgotten shrine, Aoi waited.
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“You are the one trained to detect lies, Aoi. So look at me.” The rain over the province of Mikawa fell