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[path_unprepared]

It takes a moment for him to realise that the ground beneath his feet is not the hard, polished wood of a floor, but something oddly springy.

He slows, and lowers his book.

Somehow, he's not inside Nemuro Memorial Hall on a late afternoon. He's outside, wet grass underfoot and a starry sky above.

This would be strange in and of itself, were it not also for the fact that a short distance away is a greenhouse that looks exactly like the one

('I wonder if the flowers themselves are happy, being forced to last so long.')

in Ohtori.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Through the glass, a figure of a small girl can clearly be seen, kneeling on the ground.

Her lank blonde hair hides her face; she could be any one of a dozen students. Elementary-school, most likely.