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... yx House groaned open under my hands, the sound echoing through the empty genkan like the announcement of a coming storm. The smell hit me first. Old wood, definitely. Dust, absolutely. And underneath it all, a sharp note of something fermented.
Cheap booze.
I stepped inside, shoes echoing on the polished floorboards. The entryway stretched out before us, lined with cherry wood shoe lockers. Each one had a brass nameplate, already engraved. Mine read "NAKANO, S." in crisp letters ...
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