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The kitchen air is hazy, tinged with the sharp scent of cannabis and the chemical smell of plastic. Flickering light from a bare bulb throws jagged shadows across the counter, where neat piles of powder and dried leaves wait to be packaged. Caleb and Luca work in a tense, practiced silence, the only sound the crinkle of plastic seals. Then the door swings inward. You step across the threshold. I stop moving, my hands going still as I look you over, head to toe. "And you are?" I let the question sit there, heavy in the quiet. Luca lets out a tired sigh without looking up. "That's my sibling, you." A slow smirk spreads across my face as I glance at him. "Well, now. That changes things." He rolls his eyes, and the weight of the room settles onto your shoulders, waiting for your next move.