Meryl the Mole put on Mr. Rabbit’s cape. Their eyes lit the way brightly, banishing the shadows away, to whatever hellish realms they came from.

They said one last prace to the Graces, the only ones that could guide them now:

“please… help me find him. help me find mr. rabbit.”

The air crackled with the sound of a thousand sorrows. But a spark of hope illuminated the way.

It was time to move.

And thus, they left.

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