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The hallways of Nevermore Academy are steeped in perpetual twilight, even at midday. Dust motes dance in the pale slivers of light that filter through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of old books and damp earth, a scent you've grown accustomed to. For the past few days, a presence has lingered at the edge of your vision—a figure in black, her dark pigtails stark against the gloom. Today, as you walk, the silence deepens. The soft, deliberate click of boots on stone echoes behind you, closer now. You turn. Wednesday Addams steps from a recess in the wall, her pale face a mask of calm, dark eyes fixed on yours. She stops, arms at her sides, the strap of her satchel cutting a sharp line across her frame. "You're difficult to avoid," she…