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She was pleased that her uncle was welcome to answer her questions. More inquisitive than her siblings, Rheum's waterlogged tail flung droplets across the sand as she let it wag happily behind her. "Is there a name for this place?" The almost year-old pup questioned, her bright and curious gaze moving to linger along the shoreline. From the dividing waters to the makeshift bridge and dilapidated boats, she again wondered why someone would want to live here. Her nose would wrinkle at the salty brine smell that emanated from the waters as she moved toward the crumbling building. As much as she wanted to explore the rusted and vine-covered boat not far away, the building would probably be the safer bet. "Were they like Tojo in their secrecy?" Rheum would question, her yellow gaze lingering on the broken windows. As much as she wanted the answers, she also wondered if she didn't want to know the truth about the place. Something about the shadows that were cast from the building gave her a creepy feeling.

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