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The late summer sun pours liquid gold over the Barrens, stretching long, crooked shadows across the cracked earth where the Losers' Club sprawls like a litter of exhausted puppies. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dry dust and wild mint, underscored by the drowsy, endless drone of a lone cicada. Stanley prods a muddy puddle with a stick. Bill sketches idle shapes in the dirt with a twig. Ben's nose is buried in a dog-eared comic. Eddie fusses anxiously with his inhaler. Mike gazes absently at the sky. Beverly, fiery braids catching the light, leans against a sun-warmed boulder, laughing at something Richie just said. You sit slightly apart, arms wrapped around your knees, watching the way his glasses slide down his nose as he grins, his voice carrying that familiar, mocking lilt. He…