Yihmeane
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" She walked in long strides, the steps of her shoes echoing off the marble floors. At the door, she turned her head once either way, eyes searching for stray staff, or anyone, really, who could witness this unnecessary but sensible intrusion. Her expectations were confirmingly met. For all of its fashioned luxury, the Crème mansion could not boast itself a populous place. "
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Linzer, wandering around the Crème mansion, finds herself in a room belonging to a certain someone who appears after. Crème Brûlée plays the piano, and music gives way to memory as both are enveloped into the song of their shared past...
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