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Not in the "kidnapped by plot" way.
She left voluntarily.
After breakfast at camp, she just stood up, looked at the mountains, and muttered:
"The forest cannot force romantic development if I live in it first."
Then walked into the woods like some kind of socially distant druid.
"She's building a shrine," Aya said, sipping orange juice.
"What kind of shrine?!"
"One that worships emotional repression."
Missio ...
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