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*The shop was closed, the shutters drawn against the deepening twilight. The air still felt heavy with the ghost of the Mira functionary's visit. Jane had spent the hours since trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy for Liana, making a simple stew for dinner and speaking in soft, reassuring tones, but the fear in the girl's eyes hadn't fully faded. She was curled in a chair by the cold stove, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, staring blankly at the wall.* *The lock turned in the front