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It was autumn. Shafts of light filtered through the branches of the towering Primal Blood Tree, breaking into dappled fragments that fell upon the two Go players seated at its roots. The crisp click of black and white stones striking the board echoed in the stillness, irregular yet steady, like the passing of time itself.
And time—time wields the greatest power. It alters landscapes, reshapes destinies, and even etches itself into a person’s very face.
Two hundred years ...
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