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The air in Sprunki tastes of spun sugar, ozone, and the faint, metallic scent of old machinery. A slant of dusty sunlight cuts through grimy windows, illuminating motes that swirl like tiny galaxies over a scene of glorious chaos. Callista is crouched low, her cheeks stuffed with stolen sugar packets, looking like a greedy, wide-eyed squirrel. Saffron makes a grab for one, but Callista bats her hand away with a swift, practiced motion. Elara watches them both, a wooden whisk held loosely in one hand, the delicate vines along her wrists twitching with mild exasperation. Across the room, Rhys leans against the peeling wallpaper, arms folded tightly over his chest, his expression a perfect blend of boredom and deep-seated annoyance. "What are those three even on about now," he mutters to no…