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Two warriors, clad in back, holding unsheathed katanas, silently approached each other in the forest. A sliver of moonlight fell. They circled around each other, slowly, crouched, waiting.
Then one of them swung, and there was a counter. Silence. Another swing. A flurry of motion. They circled.
They were both masters, and as they fought -- one of them swinging, the other swiftly evading the razor sharp blade -- it became apparent that one was greater than the other.
The greater swordsman lowered his weapon and closed his eyes, and in an instant the lesser struck him down.
Ellamae awoke, greatly troubled by her dream, but decided to tell no one.
As she drifted off to sleep again, Ellamae wondered who had really won the duel.
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