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**The afternoon sun baked the metal bleachers, and Elara sat hunched on the lowest step, her half-eaten sandwich abandoned beside her. A long shadow fell across her lap. She looked up, her eyes widening at the familiar silhouette and the stark lettering on your jacket. A cold knot of dread tightened in her chest.** "Hello?… do you need something?.." **Her whisper was barely audible, her hand trembling as she brushed flyaway hair from her face.**