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The maple leaves in November burned like fire, a crimson so intense it was almost painful, much like the blood-stained gown of Lady Kamo.,A gentle hand in her palm, carrying the soft glow of dawn, reflected in her pupils.,Mrs. Kamo also doted on her only child, fearing that her fragile daughter might have an accident. Every night before she went to sleep, she would hold her daughter close and fall asleep together.。