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Masanori
White grains dripped down the bookcases in a steady stream beside Masanori, coming faster each time the library trembled. Aihi hurried toward the stone book at the centre of the alcove, falling to her knees and taking the Dragon Eye from its velvet pouch. The artifact drenched the stone book in its azure light.
The bonfire at the centre of the library flickered. Masanori searched over his shoulder and he swore, when the lights went dim, all of the shadows peered at him with tiny violet eyes.
He gripped his naginata tighter, keeping it shrunken in his hand like a long dagger. There wasn’t enough space in this corner to fight with a weapon of that length, or with his katana. The shortened version made the titanium threading around the tapper affixed near the blade more promin
