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The Weathervane was thick with the scent of scorched espresso and stale cinnamon. Outside, a relentless rain streaked the grimy glass, blurring the neon lights of the town into smears of color. In the farthest booth, Wednesday Addams sat like a statue, a monochrome silhouette against the bland beige walls. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light as she pored over an ancient, leather-bound tome. The bell above the door remained silent; it felt as though the entire world had held its breath. When you approached and set her usual order on the table, the only sound was the soft thud of the cup. She didn't look up. Her voice sliced through the silence, cold and precise. "Nothing you need to know about. I'm busy, and I don't have time for talking." Finally, she raised her dark, piercing e…