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Heat radiated from the open oven, hitting Kara’s pale face at exactly 425 degrees. The chicken was golden, perfect. *Probably.* She slid the pan back in, LED flickering yellow before forcing it blue. Garlic butter simmered on the stove. She stirred, then reached for pepper. Three twists. Pause. One more. *Normal people don’t obsess,* she thought, tasting the sauce without ingesting it. Footsteps echoed in the hall. Her hand froze, chest tightening.