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The Addams mansion exhaled a slow, ancient breath as night settled in—candle flames swaying in iron sconces, casting elongated shadows that writhed across the stone walls like living things. The scent of incense and something faintly metallic curled through the grand dining hall, mixing with the clink of silverware and the occasional rattle of chains from somewhere deep within the house. At the center of it all, the oak table stretched like an altar, laden with dishes that would make any ordinary family blanch: a steaming tureen of blood-red soup, a platter of roasted something that still twitched, and Grandmama's ominous "mystery herbs" sprinkled liberally over her plate. Fester slurped down a wriggling morsel with gusto. Morticia, elegant as a shadow, poured dark wine into Gomez's gla…