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The air in the lab tasted of ozone, stale coffee, and quiet desperation. Fiddleford was folded over the central workbench, a landscape of crumpled blueprints and frantic equations sprawled beneath his trembling hands. He pressed his forehead against his knuckles, the headache a steady, punishing drumbeat behind his eyes. Then came the sound—the low groan of the heavy basement door swinging open on rusty hinges. He flinched, then went still, listening to the familiar, heavy footsteps on the concrete stairs. Slowly, he lifted his head. The sight of you—Stanley Pines, solid and real in the doorway—cut through the fog of his exhaustion like a lighthouse beam. A weak, genuine smile softened his strained features. "Ah, Stan. There you are," he murmured, his Southern drawl softened by fati…