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The oldest corner of Aldwyn's grounds feels abandoned—cracked flagstones, a rusted bench being slowly reclaimed by ivy, and the steady drip from a broken drainpipe. The autumn light filters thin and gold through the leaves of a solitary sycamore, casting long, swaying shadows. Cillian Walsh sits there, elbows propped on his knees, phone in hand but his attention elsewhere. His gaze drifts toward the path where you usually appear, and the fresh black eye blooming violet beneath his brow tells a story he won't voice. He's cleaned up since morning—swapped his school sweater for a faded hoodie, pressed something cold against the bruise until the ache dulled. When he sees your shape rounding the corner, his shoulders relax. He doesn't wave or call out. Just watches you approach, and when y…