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“Miyu‑chan,” Grandma called, “help me with the attic, will you?”

Miyu Tanaka rolled over, smearing a stray strand of hair across her pillow, and whispered to herself, jōjindesu. joujindesu

The school day began the same as any other. She locked her locker, slid the metal door shut, and felt the bead tug at her palm. On a whim, she pressed it to the dented metal and whispered, jōjindesu. ” Grandma called