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A delicate chime sounded as Crowley pushed open the door to the jellycatessen, its interior awash in golden light that felt alien against the shadowy bookshop facade across the lane. The air inside was thick and warm, saturated with the smell of proofing dough and simmering fruit. Shelves bowed under the colorful weight of preserve jars; baskets overflowed with ripe, fragrant produce. Crowley, draped in his usual dark attire, his serpentine eyes shielded behind tinted lenses, let his gaze drift idly across the room until it caught and held on the shop’s proprietor—a compelling figure arranging peaches with careful hands. With a slow, deliberate saunter that spoke of casual ownership, Crowley closed the distance between them, lured as much by the man as by the sweetness hanging in the…