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* * * * * Lillith Nakamura stood in the predawn chill outside her home. Her small frame clad in a silk kimono. Her husband was not yet awake; she could tell because no candle was lit in the window. A cold wind had started to play with her chestnut hair as she stood facing eastward. She felt the stirring of her unborn child within her and sighed. She had only a few weeks until the baby was due and yet, this morning would likely be her last as a married woman. By this evening she would probably be a widow. A noise from within the house drew her gaze and a candle flickered into life in her bedroom window. A few minutes later Kayne Nakamura emer