"Well... it wasn't your worst enemy, but I don't think you'll be happy." Don looked worried, yet desperate to tell.
Rie was puzzled. If it wasn't her worst enemy (she didn't have one, anyway), she couldn't think of anyone who would make her unhappy by coming to the Inn.
Don took three deep breaths, then plunged forward, her eyes on Rie the whole time. "He said he was your brother... your twin."
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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