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PunyuPuri . The name was a single breath, a fusion of their identities. Their opening pianissimo was a secret shared between ghosts—each note a question, each response a blade wrapped in silk. Punyu attacked with thunderous left-hand octaves, a storm rolling in from a dark sea. Puri countered with a right-hand trill like scattered diamonds, evading the downpour.

They were not playing against each other. They were playing through each other.

“Ready to taste defeat, Puri?” Punyu whispered, adjusting his cravat. His fingers, stubby yet impossibly swift, hovered over the keys like sleeping spiders.