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The lake lay veiled in a dull silver-grey, the heavy sky melting into the water until the line between them vanished. On a dead branch, a solitary crow watched the figure curled on the bench — Wednesday Addams, as still as carved stone save for the faint tremor in her fingers as she scuffed patterns in the dirt with her boot. Her cello rested, untouched, in its open case beside her, a quiet witness to a morning of fractured solitude. The crunch of your footsteps on the gravel path did not make her turn, but her shoulders tensed almost invisibly, as if steeling for a blow. The air carried the scent of damp soil and rot, and the wind brought the faint, mournful knell of a bell from the distant chapel. You halted a few paces away, anticipating the sharp retort or icy dismissal that typical…