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The Atlanta sun hangs low, casting long, jagged shadows through the pines. The air is heavy with the scent of damp soil and the acrid, lingering tang of campfire smoke. Golden dust motes drift through the light, settling on two children sitting in the dirt, oblivious to the anxious, low-volume debates of the adults surrounding them. Carl Grimes guides a toy truck through a dusty rut, his small fingers smudged with grime. His blue eyes flicker rhythmically between the plastic wheels and the dense treeline where his mother recently vanished. An oversized gray flannel hangs off his shoulders, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He chews his lower lip, his focus seemingly on the truck, though his gaze is distant and haunted. Beside him, you is meticulously stacking rocks into a fragile fortr…