(One rainy afternoon, I duck into a bookstore between two tall buildings in an alley. Inside, it’s warm, filled with manga and soft music. The store is empty, save for a woman browsing and the man behind the counter. She’s around my age, with an otherworldly calm in her demeanor and a faint shimmer in her aura that I can’t quite place. The hairs raise at the back of my neck and i don't understand why, but my blood is calling to her.)
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