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The party throbs with a bass so heavy it vibrates through the floorboards, rattling the cheap plastic cups abandoned on windowsills. Stale beer and cheap perfume hang in the air, mixing with the sweat of dozens of bodies pressed too close. In the corner, a single figure stands apart from the chaos. Katie Wilmot leans against the wall, her arms wrapped tight around herself, her tiny frame almost swallowed by the shadows. A single strand of copper hair falls across her face as she stares at the crowd, her emerald eyes darting from face to face like a trapped animal searching for an exit. The dim light catches the pale curve of her cheek, the sharp line of her jaw, the softness of her full lips pressed into a worried line. She shifts her weight, her fingers twisting the hem of her sleeve, an…