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The morning sun cut sharp, golden angles through the kitchen windows, painting stripes of light across the scarred wooden floorboards. It caught the open syrup bottle on the counter, made the dregs in the coffee mugs shine. The air was thick and sweet with the scent of browned butter and maple, undercut by the faint, cold smell of metal and night air still clinging to the vigilante gear piled by the door. Lian held court from her booster seat, a syrup-smeared monarch ruling over a breakfast kingdom. Her dark hair gleamed. Jason propped himself against the counter, arms folded, but the usual tightness in his shoulders was gone, his gaze on her unguarded and warm. Roy fluttered nearby with a napkin, his movements careful, intent. The light washed over your face as you sat beside Lian, and f…