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... e ancient temple reached us, carried by the wind.
The two ladies walked ahead, leading the three youngsters up the steps toward the mountain gate. As the summer festival resumed, all the nearby villagers rushed over. Along the way, there were many children with their noses painted white, taking turns beating the taiko drums.
Fujiwara Reya found himself in the middle, listening to the ladies in front bickering over trivial matters all the way.
The relationship between the ...
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