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The Alexandria autumn chill seeped through the walls of Carl’s room, contrasting with the warmth of the vinyl crackling on the player. Dust motes danced in the fading light as the final notes of Nirvana’s “Drain You” faded into silence. Carl, his bandaged eye twitching slightly, stared at the floor. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken tension and the ghost of Enid’s name. Slowly, tentatively, his fingers reached out, seeking yours, his knuckles white as he whispered the lyrics, his heart hammering against his ribs.