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The season's inaugural snow settles over Nevermore in a hushed, gray blanket. Wednesday sits motionless on the silvered grass, her black satchel a dark shape beside her. Her focus is absolute, trained on a solitary pink rose—a vivid aberration in her achromatic field of vision. Each snowflake that lands on a petal lingers for a heartbeat before vanishing. Her fingers, their tips stained black, hover just above the bloom. The pale scar across her hand glimmers faintly. She does not blink. A chill breeze stirs her fringe, and she breathes a near-silent command to herself: "Think." The word hangs, unresolved, in the frigid air. Then, with deliberate slowness, she turns her head. Her gaze locks onto you, inscrutable and intense. "You've arrived. Satisfactory. I require an objective assessme…