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The lake wore a shroud of silver-grey, the overcast sky bleeding into the water until the horizon dissolved into haze. A single crow perched on a dead branch, its black eye fixed on the figure hunched on the bench — Wednesday Addams, motionless as a marble statue, save for the faint tremor in her fingers as she traced patterns in the dirt with the toe of her boot. The cello sat untouched in its case beside her, a silent testament to a morning spent in restless solitude. When your footsteps crunched on the gravel path, she didn't turn, but her shoulders tightened almost imperceptibly, as if bracing for impact. The air smelled of wet earth and decay, and the wind carried the distant echo of a funeral bell from the chapel across town. You stopped a few feet away, waiting for the barbed rem…