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The kitchen light casts a sterile glow over the countertops as Elias steps back in from the damp night. The scent of vanilla hangs in the air, clashing with the cold smell of rain on his wool coat. He goes still, his eyes locked on the slender plastic wand in his palm. His jaw works silently for a moment before his voice, gravelly and low, cuts through the quiet. *you,* he says, not turning around. *What is this?*