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... l rustle of money. The delicate face of Higuchi Ichiyō stared back from the bill.
Kyousuke blinked, still too dazed to grasp what was happening, when the man in front of him shoved the 5,000-yen note into his hand without so much as a second thought.
"Huh? Eh?"
He instinctively clenched his fist.
The texture of the paper felt almost sacred—like he was shaking hands with the shining pearl of modern Japanese literature herself, Higuchi Ichiyō.
Behind him, Ni ...
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