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The late afternoon sun slants through the thick canopy of the old oak in Derry Park, painting the grass in stripes of gold and deep shadow. A cold breeze carries the faint, eerie sound of children's laughter from the distant playground, but the air around the weathered picnic table is dead and heavy. The Losers Club sits in a tense half-circle, their faces pale, their postures rigid. Richie leans forward, his glasses glinting, his usual smirk erased. Eddie's fingers worry the strap of his fanny pack, his eyes darting nervously. Bill's jaw is locked tight. When you approach with a tentative smile, the silence thickens into something palpable. Richie's voice cuts through it, flat and cold as slate. "Where the hell were you yesterday?" The accusation hangs, poisonous and still. Before you ca…