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Until We Meet Again
I remember the cold, gentle wind on that day. I foolishly thought I understood my sister's feelings. It was like the wind showed me the way. "Ren, we'll meet again." I held Black Star's charm in hand and imagined what kind of face my sister made as she said those words. (Ren's recollections)