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Mars had all three.

All Cat stepped onto a log. It was magnificent and terrible: fur like wet charcoal, paws the size of saucers, and a tail that moved like a conductor’s baton. It yawned, revealing teeth that looked like broken piano keys.

“For what?” Mars asked.

“We’ve been waiting,” Lily said. Her eyes were the same as All Cat’s. Searching for- lily labeau rion king in-All Cat...

The trail led her through the alleys of the French Quarter, past tarot readers who shuddered when she showed the photo, and into a basement juke joint called “The Drowned Piano.” The air smelled of chicory coffee and regret. Behind the bar stood a one-eyed man named Gutter, who scratched a patchy beard and squinted at the picture.

And somewhere under the water, Lily Labeau and Rion King finally danced.

Gutter pointed a gnarled finger at the cat in the photograph. “All Cat don’t like humans. But it loves three things: raw shrimp, a lullaby sung in a minor key, and the scent of a person who’s truly alone. You got any of those?” Mars had all three

Now Celestine was gone, and Mars was the only believer left.

“You want Lily,” All Cat spoke—not in words, but in vibrations that landed directly in Mars’s bones. “And Rion. They are not lost. They are a single note now, folded inside me.”

Mars picked it up. “Hello, All Cat,” she whispered. It yawned, revealing teeth that looked like broken

“Then give them back,” Mars whispered.

“You ain’t the first to come asking for Lily Labeau,” he said, sliding a shot of amber liquid toward her. “Last one was a kid with a backpack and a ukulele. He asked for ‘Rion King, the lost prince of jazz.’ I told him—Rion ain’t a prince. He’s a key. And keys need locks.”