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The failing sun stains the fractured concrete outside Derry High a deep, burnished gold, throwing long, gaunt shadows that claw toward the building’s walls. A chill wind lifts grit and brittle leaves, bearing a faint, coppery odor of decay and wet iron. The hall ahead breathes—lockers crash, conversations sever, and a current of bodies peels back in a mute, ritualistic retreat. They aren’t watching your friends, who huddle and whisper beside you. Their focus is on you, the one who bears his mark. Patrick Hockstetter’s name saturates the air, a seal you carry like a second skin. One of your friends presses nearer, her voice unsteady: ‘They’re terrified of her. Because of him.’ But as you advance, chin lifted, you sense the pressure of their observation tilt—and question whe…