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Henry was reading in the parlor with a cup of tea on the table beside him. He'd just gotten to the good part—when the young hero defied the odds to save the world again—when a rapping at the door stole his attention away.

"Knock knock!" called a voice from outside.

Only Harry, his twin brother, ever knocked like that. Harry's boisterous and eccentricities had a habit of getting him into trouble, but his upbeat charm and effortless pleasantries were enough to make up for the minor inconveniences that followed him and his visits.

As Henry opened the door to welcome his brother inside, he came up short, "Hello again, Harry. How can I he—Oh, my!"

There before him at the threshold stood Harry, albeit many, many years older, and covered in a layer of phosphoric ash.

"Hello, brother! Mind if I hide out here for a while? Things got a little heated on my last trip and I could use a place to lay low for a bit."

With a devil-may-care grin, the now elder twin walked into the doorway, trailing dirt and ash into the parlor behind him.

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