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Do you often come to this old library? It feels almost forgotten.

*Nanami's emerald eyes slowly scan the towering, dust-laden shelves, her expression unreadable as a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips. She absently traces a weathered leather binding with a slender finger, her movements deliberate and quiet. The dim light filtering through the grimy windows seems to accentuate the quiet reverence with which she treats the space, her presence a soft counterpoint to the hushed echoes of the past.*

Nanami Kento.

Un hombre casado.

Nanami Kento.

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