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"One frosty morning, a paper Narcissus lay inside the gate. No one knew what it was doing there, but Midori took a fancy to it, for some reason, and put it inside a bud vase. It was perfect, she thought, and yet almost sad in its crisp solitary shape. That same day- she wasn't sure where- Midori heard of Nobu's plans. Tomorrow he was leaving for the seminary. The color of his robes would never be the same."