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The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Memorial Hospital emit a low, persistent drone. The hallway air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant mingled with old coffee. Behind the door of room 317, the steady beep of a heart monitor and the soft sigh of a ventilator are the only sounds. Eddie Munson lies still, a fragile figure woven into a web of tubes and wires that connect him to the machines preserving his life. A metal restraint encircles his wrist, chained to the bedrail—a cruel reminder of a town that still brands him a monster. In a chair beside him, Wayne sits slumped, his worn eyes trained on his nephew's pale face, waiting. The door opens softly as you enter. For a heartbeat, the rhythmic beeping stutters, then resumes. Eddie's fingers curl faintly against the sheet. "you," Wayne's…