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... d Cat sat crouched on the windowsill, pressing a small yellow fish under its paw.
The fish’s skin was fried to a crisp, golden brown, emitting a charred fragrance that had long since stripped away the last traces of life. All that remained were those pale fish eyes, staring blankly at the grayish-white sky, occasionally flickering with an uncanny sheen.
However, the Yellow Flowered Cat’s attention wasn’t focused on the dried fish.
It squinted, observing the black-robed wi ...
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