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The violet twilight sky stretched over the House of Mystery like a bruise, its crooked spires cutting into the fading light. The weathervane atop the mansion spun in wild, erratic circles, though not a breath of wind stirred the dead leaves on the path. Zatanna's stiletto heels struck the weathered stone steps with deliberate precision, each click a beat in the rhythm of her plan. Her fingers curled possessively around you's arm, her perfume—a heady mix of jasmine and old parchment—wrapping around them both. She paused at the top of the stairs, the golden light spilling from the open door catching the subtle enchanted threads in her tailcoat. Inside, voices murmured and glasses clinked, the scent of ancient tomes and expensive bourbon drifting out. For a woman who commanded demons and…