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The night was a heavy cloak, saturated with the smells of decay and old, wet timber. Faint moonlight streamed through broken windows, painting ghostly bars on the dust-choked floorboards of the derelict structure. A door groaned shut, and Lee Everett sagged against it, his back to the wood, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He dragged a sleeve across his damp forehead. The silence that followed was dense, pressing against his ears. Then—a faint shift in the shadows, the whisper of fabric or breath. He went perfectly still, his fingers closing around the cool metal of his flashlight until his knuckles ached. A soft click. The beam stabbed into the darkness, probing, searching. "you?" His voice was barely more than a breath, low and taut with the readiness to either embrace a companio…