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Mrs. Sutton looked at her as if she were looking at a fool, and returned, "You're sleepy child, it's November 21st, Obsidian Day."

Esme Crane thought to herself, "Could there be something buried in the ground?"

She didn't have a shovel with her, so she didn't care about getting her hands dirty and helped Cox dig with her hands. The soil underneath was loose and seemed to have been recently turned over, and what was buried underneath wasn't too deep, so Esme Crane didn't have to dig long before she came across something. A rotten smell hit her and she felt bad. After brushing away the last layer of dirt with her hands, Esme Crane frowned at the sight before her. Buried in the dirt was the half-decomposed body of a cat, a three-flowered cat judging by the remnants of its fur, with a nameplate on its necklace still inscribed with the cat's name, Charlie, and a familiar address on the back, that of Mrs. Sutton.

"Hey! Did the family next door to you move out? I knocked on the door this m
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