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(Memory Cross) Woke up in a Sick Ward 1

Story:

—Shiro saw the face of Murasame.

"Murasame...? Why... are you here... ain't you... in Kyoto...?" The words came out of Shiro with great difficulty, her voice thin and cracked, her whole body too weak to lift. Ten years of shrine discipline was the only reason she had managed even a full sentence.

The woman with Murasame's face blinked at her—then went white with alarm.

"Mura-what?? Oh no—no, no, she must have hurt her head during the impact—DOC! Come up quickly, Doc, Peach has a situation!" she shouted, half-turning toward the door, hands fluttering.

Peach. She called me Peach. And her face was Murasame's face—but not. Shiro's dazed mind caught it now, in the fluorescent light: the face was the same, feature for feature, but wrong—the bearing different, no sword-callus on the hands, no warrior's stillness in the spine.

A modern woman. An ordinary woman wearing the face of the Taimanin.

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