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They left Warehouse 12 with the crescent wrapped in linen again, carrying it between them like contraband and treasure. Outside, the air had that brittle promise of very early spring. They did not speak much on the walk back—no need. The sky was full of glass and distant traffic; the city had not changed in any obvious way. But the three felt shifted, as if a small interior room had expanded.