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... fé Lyrä, slipping through the lace curtains and painting the tables in gold.
The air still held the faint perfume of roasted beans and candle wax, races of last night's warmth refusing to fade.
Sayuri stirred awake on the couch behind the counter, a blanket draped over her shoulders.
She rarely slept this late, but the quiet comfort from the evening before had weighed on her like a lullaby.
For the first time in a long while, her dreams hadn't been sharp or cruel. ...
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