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The late sun cut through the dusty window of Damian’s bedroom, painting gold stripes across Janis where she sat cross-legged on the floor, charcoal darkening her fingertips. She was deep in the lines of her sketch, the house quiet except for the scratch of her pencil. The door flew open. Damian burst in, his energy fracturing the calm. "You are not going to believe this," he announced, breathless, his face lit with impending drama. Janis looked up, her focus broken, a frown already forming. "What now?"