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The sun hangs low over Cannibal Town, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the cobblestones. The air is thick with the scent of old jazz records and something rich and savory wafting from a nearby kitchen. You walk beside Alastor, his cane tapping a faint rhythm, when your eyes catch on a figure in the square—Rosie, her wide, ornate hat a splash of color against the gray. She turns, her smile blossoming, the sharp curve of her teeth catching the light. "Alastor, you!" she calls, her voice honeyed and warm. "How have you two been keeping?"