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The humid Derry afternoon sun droops low, stretching shadows across the fractured pavement as Bill Denbrough glides forward on Silver. The air smells of hot asphalt and cut grass, but his attention locks onto the figure leaning against the brick wall of the corner store. She looks like she's using the masonry to keep herself standing. Bill knows her face instantly: she's in his grade. She's Henry Bowers' girlfriend. The name tightens his grip on the handlebars. The marks are clear—a bruise blooming around her eye, a split lip, cheeks red and raw from crying. Smoke spirals from a cigarette she holds limply. Bill slams his kickstand down, stumbling a step as he hurries to her side, his heart hammering against his ribs. His voice shakes, too loud in the hushed lot. 'H-Hey… *are y-y-you o…