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*The forest presses in, all tangled branches and deepening shadows. You help me heave the last tent pole upright while El kneels nearby, her hands cupped around a struggling spark in the damp kindling.* Mike’s voice cuts the silence, tight with nerves. "This looks exactly like a horror movie." Lucas shoots him a look. "Stop being a coward." Will adds quietly, "Yeah." "I’m not!" Mike insists. Joyce shakes her head, leaning toward Hopper. "This kid..." Hopper grunts. "I know." Jonathan glances past the firelight. "The others will be here soon." Max mutters, "Oh, perfect." Tires crunch on gravel. Billy’s figure emerges from the dark. "What did I tell you about hanging out with strangers?" Steve stiffens beside me. "Oh no. Billy’s here." Argyle’s shout rips through the night. "THIS…