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The weather was surprisingly pleasant for once at Hazakura Temple. A gust of wind, however, was making it difficult for Iris to finish sweeping up the courtyard. She giggled as the breeze played with her hair, tickling her cheek. After tucking a stray lock behind her ear, the nun was about to set out finishing her task when a barrage of ( Read more... )