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... afé would push open its wooden window, and the aroma of coffee mixed with the sea breeze would waft by one’s nose.
The sleeve of the russet kimono hung low, and Ayase Origami sat at the stern, her slightly vacant pupils reflecting the city’s scenery.
In the sunlight, the clock tower in St. Mark’s Square pierced through the clouds, and the statue of the golden winged lion stood tall on the arch of the Governor’s Mansion; the stone sculptures of the Rialto Bridge, polished bright b ...
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