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At the end of May, on a rainy morning.
In the tense atmosphere, the Shankoku Temple Abbot stood up, slowly bowed toward the high platform. Then, turning his gaze, his gentle eyes fell on Fujiwara Reya, and he also slowly bowed, giving a solemn gesture of thanks.
"The matter begins a year ago."
Under the gaze of everyone’s puzzled eyes, he began to recount the story between him and Fujiwara Reya.
"One day in June last year, my son Aosaki suddenly asked f ...
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