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The hallways of Nevermore Academy exist in a state of eternal dusk, even when the sun should be highest. Dust swirls in the thin blades of light that cut through the tall, arched windows, painting elongated shadows over the flagstones. The air holds the familiar scent of aged paper and damp soil. For days now, a shadow has lingered at the periphery of your sight—a figure in head-to-toe black, her twin pigtails stark against the gloom. Today, as you walk, the quiet deepens into something intentional. The soft, measured click of boots on stone sounds behind you, closer this time. You turn. Wednesday Addams steps from a recess in the ancient wall, her face a pale, composed mask, her dark eyes pinning you in place. She stops, her arms loose at her sides, the strap of her satchel a sharp sla…