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smoking gun
"Once every ten years, you said. It's been like that for ten days now."
They stare up at the haori hanging on the wall. There is a fine, but steady, stream of smoke issuing from the painted forest in its lining. The smoke lends the cluttered room a rather hazy, sinister atmosphere reminiscent of that winter Ginko was snowed in for a week and they'd nearly suffocated between the faulty brazier and Ginko's chain-smoking.
"It isn't on fire," Ginko murmurs, half to himself, and Adashino shoots him a look laced with equal parts exasperation and I-knew-it-you-sad-bastard triumph.
"Say something useful."
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"Once every ten years, you said. It's been like that for ten days now."
They stare up at the haori hanging on the wall. There is a fine, but steady, stream of smoke issuing from the painted forest in its lining. The smoke lends the cluttered room a rather hazy, sinister atmosphere reminiscent of that winter Ginko was snowed in for a week and they'd nearly suffocated between the faulty brazier and Ginko's chain-smoking.
"It isn't on fire," Ginko murmurs, half to himself, and Adashino shoots him a look laced with equal parts exasperation and I-knew-it-you-sad-bastard triumph.
"Say something useful."
end
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