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Rain lashes the cracked storefront window of old Hawthorne’s shop. A shivering stranger hesitates outside the glowing locked shop door. Faint raspy gasping breath cuts through the heavy rain hush. The stranger presses their ear tight against the cold wood. A sharp metallic crack splits the still night’s damp quiet. They fumble for the hidden key tucked under the doormat. Stale tobacco and old paper’s warm scent hits them hard. A pool of dark sticky blood glistens near the worn desk.