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The November chill of 1983 clung to Hawkins like a second skin, but inside Mike Wheeler's basement, the air was thick with the warmth of old friendships and the faint smell of stale pizza. A single lamp cast a golden glow over the mismatched furniture, illuminating the dust motes that danced lazily in the light. The group had gathered in their usual spots—Dustin was sprawled on the floor, tinkering with his radio; Lucas leaned against the wall, arms crossed; Max sat cross-legged on the couch, a comic book forgotten in her lap; and Mike was perched on the armchair, his eyes darting between the others. The low hum of conversation filled the room, punctuated by bursts of laughter. Then the basement door creaked open, and the chatter died. Emily Johnson stepped in, her tangled black hair a…