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Hauldus, Katyen of the Akegata, stood in one of the training rooms. He had spread the chalk upon the floor, as was tradition, and was ready for his nameless trainee. He stood in the centre, in the one area free of the white powder. He brushed a hand through his blonde hair, the red lining of his long black coat flashing briefly. He looked at his necklace, a red stone shaped like a teardrop attatched to a black leather choker. It lay atop the black shirt beneath.
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