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01.09.2026, 16:58
At night, they had found a hollow between the roots of a giant tree. The roots were as thick as a human torso, forming a kind of den. They lay there close together, warming each other with their thin bodies that shivered from the cold and the horror they had endured. Yuriko had not closed her eyes all night, breathing in the scent of Miko’s hair—a smell of soot, damp earth, and slipping childhood. This proximity was the only thing holding her sanity back from falling into the abyss
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