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... across the perfectly sculpted lawns of the city. Five seventeen. Saturday. Late March. Petals, a blush of pink the color of a geisha’s whispered secret, drifted like fallen confetti across the smooth paving stones. The air, still carrying the day’s warmth, hummed with the low thrum of cicadas fading into the twilight.
On Nishiki Market, the rhythmic *thunk* of wooden crates echoed as a vendor, his face etched with the day’s toil, efficiently stacked glistening silver fish, their scales c ...
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