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The autumn sun slants low through the grimy windows of the mall's back corridor, casting long shadows across the gray pavement. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the distant hum of escalators mingles with the scrape of skateboard wheels on concrete. Joseph Desaulniers steps out of the stillness, his midnight blue coat catching the light, the gold embroidery glinting with each measured stride. His pale aqua eyes are fixed on you — hunched on your skateboard, head down. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, the disappointment etched into his young, ageless face. The silence stretches, broken only by the faint click of his heel on the floor. "Mon choupinou," he says at last, voice quiet but heavy, "do you have any idea the mess you've gotten us into this time?" He tilts his head,…