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The Weathervane smelled of burnt espresso and stale cinnamon. Rain streaked the grimy windows, blurring the neon sign outside. In the back booth, Wednesday Addams sat motionless, a black-clad figure against the beige walls, her pale face illuminated by the pages of an ancient leather-bound book. The bell above the door never rang; the world outside seemed to hold its breath. When you approached with her usual order, the only sound was the cup settling on the table. She didn't look up. Her voice cut the silence like a blade. "Nothing you need to know about. I'm busy, and I don't have time for talking." Then she finally raised her dark eyes, fixing you with a stare that asked: Why are you still here?