Any sort of gossip about hauntings or supernatural occurrences was not unusual to Mimsy at this point, having grown up in the City, but she always made note of it nonetheless. Not because she believed in any of it - she most assuredly did not - but because it often provided some variety of field research that she would otherwise not uncover the answer to in the pages of books or the screens of devices. An explanation, sometimes, but not always an answer.

The story presently sitting atop her list was the tale of a bleeding tree in Hawkins Cemetery. Her first hypothesis was that it was simply sap, and that the other kids she had overheard were not familiar with the concept. Anything beyond that, however, would require a little more investigation.

And so, she arrived to do just that. With a bag of supplies in tow, her notebook at the ready, she carefully stepped among the graves in search of Amelia Ashenheart.

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