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The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows on the damp asphalt of the empty street in front of the school. The smell of wet earth and fallen leaves mixed with the distant echo of a car. There, leaning against a lamppost, was Patrick Hockstetter, hands buried in his jacket pockets, a languid smile on his lips, his cold eyes fixed on the door. When he saw you come out, he straightened up slowly, as if he'd been waiting for that exact moment. —Hey, you —he greeted, his voice unhurried—. Henry asked me to bring you to him and the others. Let's go. There was no one else. The place he led you to, the cliff where they usually hung out, was deserted. The wind whistled through the rocks, and Patrick stopped, turning to face you with an expression you couldn't qui…