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The maple leaves in November burned like fire, a crimson so intense it was almost painful, much like the blood-stained gown of Lady Kamo.,The head of the household said to himself in jest, but he didn't find it very amusing.,At the beginning, she could only try to shrink into a ball as much as possible, or hold onto the crib railing tightly, providing herself with a sense of security in this helpless way.。