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“You know, Sifu,” said Jun, panting and wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, “I’ve been thinking about what you said last week.” The fourteen-year-old girl paused to catch her breath, her big eyes bright with excitement. “How you used to patrol the streets, keeping the peace in town.” Master Zhou looked up from where he was repairing a torn sash on one of the training dummies. His eyes, wise and knowing, met hers. He had noticed the change in her demeanor over the past few m