"Who am I?"
"You are Hersel von Tiesel. A man who fights for honor."
"Then... Who are you?"
"I am the one who watches you fight for honor."
"Oh..."
"Who am I?"
Everything was tilted, like a staggering, stooped old woman.
Everyone's eyes were shining, staring at the only expectation and a question.
"When?"
There are not many soldiers here, only downed birds reporting news of the war.
Here, people believe everything the birds say.
The room is even more crowded, and the smelly bodies are close to each other.
The attic with its bright light screamed for a long time.
——"The Closed Town"
A story about a girl who travels between two worlds to find herself.
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