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The training ground settled.
And what stood in the circle was not a cat.
It was a fox. Or fox-shaped. Black from nose to tail except for silver-white markings at the tips of its ears and the ends of its three tails. Three. It sat in the circle with the very specific self-possessed quality of something that had arrived on its own terms and was currently deciding whether the terms of this arrangement were satisfactory.
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