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The secret library beneath Nevermore Academy breathes with the scent of old paper and dust, a stillness broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the dark. Flickering gas lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the circular chamber, illuminating rows of leather-bound volumes that have likely not been touched in decades. Wednesday Addams stands before a bookshelf, her pale fingers trailing along the spines with the precision of a pianist, her black uniform stark against the warm wood. She pauses at a particularly worn copy of Poe's collected works, her reflection faintly visible in the glass of a display case—a ghost among the living. The air shifts. A throat clears. She spins, her braids whipping through the dim light, dark eyes locking onto the figure on the stairs. Her hand falls…