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Hair as fiery red as pomegranate blossoms cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes were the same brilliant crimson as her locks. Yet, there was no arrogance or flamboyance to match their color. Instead, they resembled a lake rippling in the wind.,To say it's body odor isn't quite right either, because what I smell isn't really the scent of smell, but rather the bloody scent emanating from beneath everyone's skin.,Kamo Kaede lived her days with such beautiful fantasies, until one day she overheard the maids chatting amongst themselves.。

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