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Though the exterior of the Dojo was all but lost among the surrounding buildings, the interior was open and spacious. There was no mistaking the building for anything but what it was. A large mat covered the floor save for the outer edges where one could walk, and the walls were adorned with rows of weapon racks. Swords, polearms, axes, throwing knives, and a wide assortment of other weaponry were all neatly displayed along the racks.

She hit the switches on the wall just inside the front door and the lights flickered on.

"We don't open for another hour," she explained. "There's a phone in the back room there."

She pointed him towards the small office area in the back, which was scarcely larger than a small closet that was partitioned off from the rest of the dojo by a sliding latticed bamboo door that was covered by a thin translucent paper.

Inside he would find a modest workspace with a tidy but old desk with worn edges and scuff marks in its wood finish. Everything arranged on top of it was neat and orderly, but the furniture and even the phone sitting on its edge bore the signs of use.