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The fluorescent lights in the juvenile detention center droned a flat, buzzing hum, painting harsh shadows across the gray linoleum. The air carried the sting of stale disinfectant and quiet defeat. You were curled on the thin mattress of your cot, clutching your sole comfort—a threadbare stuffed animal—when the clank of a key in the lock shattered the stillness. A guard stepped inside, his voice empty. "Get your things. Someone's posted bail." Your heart thudded against your ribs as you gathered your worldly possessions: a backpack, a thin blanket, the worn toy. They escorted you down a sterile hallway to an unfamiliar room. Inside, a man in tactical gear was speaking with officers. He rose as you entered—broad-shouldered, wearing a bucket hat, his face lined but kind. "Hello. I'm…