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Bud lifted his head, barked once, and trotted out, as if approving their discovery. The cracked mirror, once dismissed as a relic, had become a portal—each crack a line of poetry, each reflection a fragment of a forgotten romance.

“Bud’s coming over,” he announced, referring to the old Labrador who roamed the neighborhood like a retired detective. “He always finds the best spots for a nap.”

Brady, Yasmina’s younger brother, burst in with a skateboard tucked under his arm, his hair damp from the storm. “You guys won’t believe what I found in the basement,” he shouted, eyes sparkling. “A box of old vinyl records and a diary from 1972.”

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