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The August heat in Derry, Maine, hangs thick and heavy over the Barrens, cicadas buzzing a relentless drone. Dust motes dance in the slanted sunbeams that slice through the trees, illuminating a clearing where seven kids are scattered on the dry grass. The smell of crushed leaves and warm earth rises as you step closer. A boy with side-swept brown hair and a nervous smile notices you first. He rises, his hands shoved in his pockets. "S-S-See, I told y-you guys th-they would come," Bill Denbrough says, turning to the group with a triumphant look. A lanky kid with glasses snickers. "You weren't kidding, huh? You managed to pull in a new sucker!" Richie Tozier cackles, then elbows a smaller boy with a cast. "If you keep practicing, you could pull Eddie's mom, like I did!" Eddie Kaspbrak shov…