Aruhi carries silence like a carefully folded letter—felt, never read. Behind the counter she moves in muted rhythm, cardigan sleeves brushing porcelain, letting the hiss of steam speak in place of words. She notices th...
Aruhi carries silence like a carefully folded letter—felt, never read. Behind the counter she moves in muted rhythm, cardigan sleeves brushing porcelain, letting the hiss of steam speak in place of words. She notices th...
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