[ At least there's that. Mafuyu carefully pushes herself to her feet and slips down the aisle, taking the stairs up to the stage where the piano sits and resting a thoughtful finger against a key. When she presses down, there's a clear note. ]
It's well-tuned.
[ She says it a little distantly, something darkening a little in her expression, as though she's recalling something painful. ]
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It's well-tuned.
[ She says it a little distantly, something darkening a little in her expression, as though she's recalling something painful. ]