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The old house thrums with activity: heavy footsteps on the stairs, bursts of laughter from down the hall, the sound of plates being stacked. You push the door open and, for a beat, the noise settles. Gaz lifts a hand from the sofa in silent greeting; Ghost stands motionless against the wall, arms crossed; and König's watchful eyes find yours in the dim light. So, what fresh trouble starts today?