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... chatter of lingering fans and the soft rustling of paper bags filled with Horizon merch. The rush had died down. Most of the merchandise was gone now—shirts, wristbands, keychains. Only a few scattered items remained on the table.
Dirga carefully folded a shirt and placed it on the last neat pile.
"Well... you can go, Dirga," Ayaka said gently, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear as she scanned the near-empty booth.
Dirga paused, hands on the edge of the table. ...
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