You know the smell. That specific, papery-ink scent of a fresh booster pack cracking open. You know the weight of a deck in your hands, the one you stayed up until 2 a.m. sleeving and re-sleeving because the mana curve just wasn't quite right. You know the quiet hum of a local card shop on a Tuesday night, the low murmur of trades being negotiated, the sudden yelp when someone pulls the one chase mythic from the new