[274] 1. A Hostile Friendship (3) Uorin scraped the floor with a fingertip where Shirone had fallen. A sheet of transparent film peeled up with a long shrrrip and came away in her hand. “Ta-da! This is it. Now check the floor again.” When Shirone pressed with his foot, the sensation was completely different from when he’d tripped—a sensible marble...
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