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The next two days were as unproductive as one could imagine when looking for something as ludicrous as a door in the sky. Misa and the captain had spent their time scouring the city, traveling farther from their accommodation with each passing hour. The bell tower had proved to be a pointless journey, but the captain had still insisted on looking for every bell they could, even going as far as going into a bell foundry. Though their search had proven to be fruitless, Misa was delighted to find an art shop not far from the next parish that had a massive bell hanging from its tower. She had bought a sketchbook made of cotton paper and various charcoals of different thickness, even though charcoal was never her favorite because of how dreary the art turned out in black and white She