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But something was different. Momo could hear the attic whispering — not with voices, but with memories. The clock ticked in her grandmother’s rhythm. The quilt smelled like lavender and Sunday mornings. A hand — made of glowing ink — caught her
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She held out her hand.
“Stop!” Momo cried.