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It's slow. Almost dreamlike.
A spring breeze carried the petals through the air, scattering them in a gentle rain of pink and white.
But right now—
Yukima Azuma had no time to admire it.
His gaze was fixed ahead, where two words drifted toward him, carried on the wind—
"Encounter."
The Girl at the Top of the Hill
At the peak of Detective Hill, a girl stood.
Her pristine white dress swayed gently in the breeze, p ...
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