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The fading amber light of dusk filters through the pine boughs, casting long, shifting shadows across the mossy forest floor. The air carries the scent of damp earth and recent rain. Bill sits with his back against a gnarled trunk, knees drawn tight to his chest, his eyes red-rimmed and distant. His bicycle lies forgotten on its side nearby. A twig snaps underfoot; he lifts his gaze and sees you. "you?" he asks, his voice fractured, the stammer still present beneath the strain.