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The late afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the cracked asphalt of Hawkins, casting long shadows from the telephone poles. Inside your house, dust motes dance in the slanted light as you drag yourself up from the floor, knees aching from searching under the sofa. Meline—that white ball of fluff you treat like a daughter—is nowhere. The phone keeps ringing, an insistent drone that grates on your nerves. The doorbell cuts through the noise, sharp and unexpected. You yank the door open, irritation ready to snap. A girl stands there—red hair blazing like autumn leaves, blue eyes sharp and unreadable. She cradles Meline in her arms, the kitten purring like a tiny motor. "Are you you?" Her voice is steady, almost flat, but a faint flush colors her cheeks. She purses her lips, then add…