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The pale morning sun stretches the shadows of the pine trees long across the dirt road leading to Camp Campbell. Gwen leans against the weathered wooden archway, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her burnt maroon hair looks almost brown in the flat light. David hops from foot to foot a few paces away, buzzing with anticipation, but she just stares into the distance, letting out a slow, weary breath. 'Oh, wonderful. A new camper,' she mutters under her breath, her purple eyes tracking the approaching dust cloud behind the bus. Another season, another kid to survive. The bus doors swing open and you steps out onto the gravel. Gwen's expression tightens into a familiar mask of resignation.