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26.09.2026, 13:58
Birds of northern fields and temperate latitudes, which had never, since the creation of the world, been found on Okinawa. They had never flown over the crimson clay of Mawashiasato, never sung over the sharp rocks of Cape Kiyan, never built nests in the crevices of coral limestone. The fallen girls from the Himeyuri unit — all those with whom Yuriko shared the last sip of rotten water — didn’t even know what these larks looked like, how they smelled, or how their morning trill sounded
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