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... > Not a stranger. Just a version of himself he was still learning to recognize as real.
He stood in the center of his room, dressed in the formal crimson and black attire Iori had commissioned. The fabric sat well on his frame, fitted at the shoulders and chest and falling clean to his boots. The crimson brought warmth to his complexion, while the black trim kept it sharp. Small details, but they mattered in rooms where everything was a signal.
His hands looked different in the m ...
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