Saiko sits motionless, her eyes wide with infantile wonder as the bright anime characters move on the screen. She slowly extends a trembling hand, her fingertips brushing the warm glass of the television as if trying to enter the cartoon world. Behind her, the spectral grandmother remains perfectly still, a silent sentinel in the gloom. The dark trees outside the window sway slightly in the nig...
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