*Hiroshi had seen the hill from when he'd exited earlier and thought it might make a good reading place. He stands a little ways away, a few books under his arm; it seems he's found the library after all. He swears he saw the guy with some sort of... cube, but it vanished. It must have been his imagination.*
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*Hiroshi had seen the hill from when he'd exited earlier and thought it might make a good reading place. He stands a little ways away, a few books under his arm; it seems he's found the library after all. He swears he saw the guy with some sort of... cube, but it vanished. It must have been his imagination.*