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17.09.2026, 14:18
Yuriko ran to the corner of the house and sank weakly onto the cold stone foundation, pulling her knees to her chin. Above her stretched the vast, indifferent Okinawan sky, strewn with heavy, prickly stars. The air smelled of cooling earth, the bitter smoke of Soma’s cigarette somewhere in the dark, and the distant, salty breath of the ocean. Her heart beat so hard and fast that it seemed the pounding would keep Hinata from sleeping behind the thin plywood partition
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