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... p, Emiya quietly left his room.
After bathing he knocked gently at another door.
"Tiamat-sama, it's me."
"Come in."
Emiya pushed open the door. Tiamat was sitting at the bedside with knitting needles in hand; the slender silver needles deftly wove through the fabric between her long fingers.
Her blue hair fell like a waterfall and shimmered softly; strands lay on her shoulders and swayed with her small movements.
Her eyes were lowered, concentrated ...
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