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... only two months long, it felt to Kazami Haru as though he had lived through half a century. Even on the first day of the new semester, he still felt like he hadn’t quite woken from a dream.
The band’s final live show at the Summer Festival had been just two weeks ago, yet now, Haru felt as if it had happened in another lifetime.
Narrowing his black eyes, Haru lifted his hand and gently gripped the oil paintbrush he had bought at Beast Art Supplies.
Warm hues began to emer ...
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