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"Because her handwriting ends like yours," Aya answered. "Because someone wanted you to find it."

She almost ignored it. Instead she folded the scrap and tucked it into her coat pocket—part superstition, part stubbornness—and walked toward the train station where her city widened into the old port district. The station's clock read 23:48; rain had polished the pavement into pools reflecting sodium lamps. 1000giri 130614 keiko 720 high quality

The words made no sense at first. Keiko held the scrap to the window light and traced the loop of her name. The ink matched the careful slant she recognized from her grandmother's notes. This was deliberate. "Because her handwriting ends like yours," Aya answered

Keiko’s pulse tapped faster. "Why me?" "Because her handwriting ends like yours