Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

My hand slipped.

The coin tumbled out from the lower half of the torn plush toy's insides.

"...!"

I hurriedly clamped it shut, pressing the two torn halves together as if that would fix it.

"Braun?"

But of course, there was no response. The upper half of the plush toy merely slid off the bottom half.

"..."

No. No, this couldn't be it. Maybe it was because I was staring at it...!

"Braun."

I turned my head and closed my eyes, pressing the plush toy close to my ear.

Then...

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