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After the rain stops, we head back to the archive. I’m feeling all inspired, ready to dive into my research. But then, I trip over a box. Classic me. Papers go flying everywhere. I’m scrambling to pick them up, and Ji-hoon’s just laughing at me. “You okay, Archivist?” he teases.

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