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At dusk, in a quiet little café tucked away in the corner of town.
The café was empty, save for two people.
To the soft hum of a slow, lilting tune, Diantha stirred her drink, the clinking of her straw against the ice cutting through the silence.
Across from her sat a tall man with a lion-like mane of flame-orange hair, dressed in an all-black suit.
If Johan were here, he'd immediately recognize the calm, collected man sitting opposite Diantha: Lysandr ...
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