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... had dreamed of his childhood. Nostalgic and bittersweet images filled his head. He seemed to remember something about a small jewel glittering in the sunlight, but he could not remember what exactly his dream had been about.
“What was that…?” muttered Akuto.
He had always been an early riser. He checked the clock on his desk and found it was still 5:30.
It was not worth going back to sleep, so he stood up and stretched. But then he froze in place
“Good morning.” ...
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