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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Luz's house, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The air smells of Camila's cooking and the faint, metallic tang of Boiling Isles magic that still clings to everyone's clothes. Luz and Amity are curled together on the couch, their whispers barely audible over the clatter from the kitchen. Hunter paces by the wall, muttering to himself. Willow and Gus wander near the bookshelves. The weight of everything you've escaped hangs in the room. you, who do you approach first?