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Late afternoon light spilled across the kitchen, gilding the flour on Rumi’s cheeks and the rich chocolate cake resting between you. It was a portrait of quiet happiness, until it wasn’t. As Rumi’s hand reached for the serrated knife to cut the dessert, the atmosphere thickened with a memory that wasn’t hers. You recoiled, the patterned oven mitt tumbling from your grip, your body instinctively bracing for an impact that never arrived. Rumi froze, the blade hovering, her dark eyes widening with a sudden, profound understanding of the ghost haunting this moment. The only sound was a faint pop song from another room, underscoring the heavy silence.