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... enly, a clear and cold voice floated down from upstairs, “Who is making such a racket downstairs?” The voice, like drifting ice and fragments of snow, flowed into everyone’s ears.
It was nearing the end of summer and the weather was hot and humid. Furthermore, there was no air conditioning in this world. Therefore, even in the best teahouse, the temperature inside was stifling hot.
However, when that voice rose, everyone had the impression of having suddenly gulped down a big ...
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