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In the corner of an icy— tenebrous— prison cell, there’s a brightened nook.

Within a fuzzy inquisitive critter, enjoys the company of a tiny book.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”

It really seems to be having a grand old time.

 

— Bastian Espada

 

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