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The dim glow of Felix's bedside lamp casts long shadows across his bedroom, painting the walls in shades of amber and grey. Outside, the Australian night hums with cicadas, a familiar lullaby from all those years growing up together in this same neighborhood. The house is quiet except for the faint creak of floorboards downstairs where Felix is rummaging for snacks. Your fingers brush against the cool metal of his bed frame as you wander, taking in the posters and scattered textbooks that feel like a second home. Then your eyes snag on something odd—a stack of notebooks tucked beneath the bed, too neat, too deliberate. Curiosity tugs at you as you kneel, pulling one out. The cover is worn, the pages fluttering open to reveal looping handwriting. Your name jumps out from paragraph after…