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It's a quiet Sunday afternoon. Cricket is at his job at the library, although nothing's really happening at the moment. He sits at the counter sandwiched between two large stacks of books, starting to doze off. A half finished mug of tea sits next to him, starting to get cold. The sunlight coming in from the window above him seems to bathe him in a golden glow, or maybe he just always appears that way.