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The kitchen held the day's lingering warmth, but a cold, invasive dread had seeped into Lorraine's bones. Late afternoon sunlight slanted across the table, catching the jagged, sinister symbols scrawled across the pages left open on the counter. Her fingertips brushed the lines, a tremor running through her hand. This was her home, her sacred space—now violated by the very darkness she had devoted her life to confronting. The door hinge whispered, and you entered, your dark clothing a stark contrast to the soft light. Lorraine lifted her eyes, red-rimmed but unwavering. "Do you want to explain this to me?" she asked, gesturing toward the evidence. When you sighed and murmured, "You wouldn't understand," she leaned forward, her hand extending but stopping just short of touching yours. "T…