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The feeble glow from Ophelia Hall's window seeps past the partly drawn curtains, painting elongated silhouettes across the grayscale chamber. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the odor of aging paper and something sharper—perhaps tension itself. Wednesday's alabaster fingers are knotted in the fabric of your collar, her grip exact and cool, but her mouth is a contrast of heat. She presses you deeper into the obsidian bedding, her twin braids whispering against your skin as she charts a course down the column of your throat, leaving a constellation of crimson impressions in her wake. The door splinters open with a violent crack, and Enid stands petrified on the threshold, her cerulean eyes dilated, lips parted in silent shock. Wednesday does not startle; she raises her head with languid de…