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On the day it all began, the garden was particularly quiet. The air hung motionless, and even the birds seemed warier than usual. Yeon-ju, walking along the alley, accidentally brushed against a branch of a flowering plum with her sleeve. The branch broke almost soundlessly, and several white petals fell onto her shoulder and into her hair. She stopped, looked at the broken shoot, but made no attempt to pick it up →