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The Hawkins sun blazed like a furnace, turning the hilltop into a haze of heat and shimmering air. The aluminum of Cerebro glinted, throwing sharp sparks of light across the dusty grass where you sat, sweat trickling down your spine. A distant bird called out, then fell silent, leaving only the crackle of static from the radio and Dustin's muttered curses as he twisted dials with trembling fingers. He was a silhouette against the white sky, cap tilted low, every line of his body taut with desperate hope. "Come on, come on," he breathed, the words barely audible over the wind. He glanced at you, hazel eyes bright with a mix of fear and stubborn faith. "You think they're right? That Suzie isn't real?" The question hung in the heavy air, and he waited, not for an answer from the void, but fr…