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Scaramouche and Kazuha had long walked different paths — one sought only confirmation of his pain in the world, while the other tried to discern even a tiny glimmer of light within it. Their paths crossed rarely, and each such encounter left a strange aftertaste: as if two winds, colliding, paused for a moment to listen to one another, before scattering in opposite directions once again.
This time, fate brought them together at the edge of a forest, where the air was saturated with the scent of wildflowers and a light mist hovered over the ground. Scaramouche had come here to be alone with himself — it seemed to him that the silence of the forest could drown out the noise that would not subside in his chest. But barely had he settled onto the grass when he heard light footsteps. It was Kazuha