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The front door was ajar, a thin line of darkness spilling out onto the porch. I pushed it open and entered a world that felt both frozen in time and alive with a pulse I couldn’t quite define. Dust motes danced in the lantern’s light, and the smell of aged wood mixed with the faint scent of rosemary.
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Mira’s lanterns dimmed. Jax’s eyes hardened. Old Man Kettle’s humming stopped. The front door was ajar, a thin line
