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PROLOGUEThere are places in this world that seem to hold a kind of magic,hidden in the cracks of every cobblestone and whispered through therustling of the leaves in the trees. For Adrian and Lily, Pearl Streetwas one of those placesa quiet stretch of road that felt as though itwas frozen in time, where every corner held a story, every streetlight amemory, and every old brick building carried the weight of thedreams of those who had passed through before them.