Crumb Trail — The Shrinking Light，第 10 页
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Momo pounces — both arms flung out at the windowsill, lunging for the very last sliver of gold, coat flaring behind her. The rest of the room has gone dim and blue. MOMO: 'Gotcha!'
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Momo lunges at the windowsill, both cuffed arms flung out toward the last tiny sliver of golden light on the sill, magnifying glass in one hand, coat swinging, mouth open in a triumphant shout. The rest of the room is dim blue dusk.
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Late afternoon at the Tiny Case Agency, the warm patch of sunlight on the floor is shrinking — and Momo is certain a light-thief is dragging the daylight out the window inch by inch. She measures the theft, stalks the retreating gold across the room, clears a sleeping Biscuit, and finally corners the last sliver on the windowsill and pounces — just as it winks out at dusk. Ganta tells her on page five that the sun is going down. She hushes him and chases it anyway. Unable to admit the sun simply set, Momo declares the thief escaped with the daylight and vows the agency will recover every drop tomorrow, then falls asleep in the blue dusk. Ganta delivers the verdict once she is out: the sun set — it comes back on its own.