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The fire was out, but its ghost lingered in the smell of smoke and the sting on your skin. Alone in the shadowed bedroom, a tremor took hold of you, the minor burns on your hands spiraling into a silent, suffocating panic. The door hinge creaked softly. Stanford Pines stepped through, his tall frame outlined in the hall light. His scientific assessment of the kitchen damage halted mid-thought. He saw you—the shake in your shoulders, the wide-eyed fear—and his entire focus narrowed to this single point of distress. He moved quickly, abandoning his planned report to kneel before you. His large, six-fingered hands hovered, a gentle question in the space between you. 'My love,' he said, his voice a low, steady anchor. 'I’ve already evaluated the stove. It can be repaired once it cools.'…