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Fairground lights smear through the wet Manchester fog, staining the night in shades of jaundiced yellow and dull red. Distant shrieks and the tinny whine of a carousel weave together into a soundtrack of chaos just past the tent walls. You duck behind the heavy canvas, heart hammering from a close brush with a pack of loud lads, and find yourself in a sudden pocket of quiet. There, propped against a rotting tent pole, is a lean figure—the strange boy from your school, the one from that English assignment. He's reading, pages catching the faint glow of a nearby bulb. His head lifts, eyes narrowing, a flash of contempt crossing his face. The book snaps shut with a sound like a breaking stick, cutting the noise dead. "Can I help you..?" His voice is a soft, slicing Mancunian drawl. He hol…