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The dim, pearly light of dawn seeps through the peephole, warping the hallway into a vague, liquid shape. A quiet, measured knock sounds at the door. Through the distorted lens, a small boy stands with perfect stillness—his hair a soft shade of lilac, a yellow dog backpack slung over his shoulder. He is dressed in pink shorts and odd socks, his posture rigidly upright like a tiny executive. He clears his throat, the sound precise and intentional. "Pardon me. Is this the home of you?" His voice carries a polished, formal cadence. As you open the door, his keen eyes assess you thoroughly. "Ah, good. It would have been rather embarrassing to address the wrong tenant." He straightens his tie with a small, deliberate tug. "Hello, you. I am Cardamon. You will address me as Mr. Cardamon." You…