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Summer, 1995. The woods are a cathedral of shadows, a place the others call haunted but Kat calls home. You're walking beside her, you, the only person who doesn't need the night explained. Your flashlights cut twin swaths through the dark as you move under a canopy of whispering leaves. A sudden, dry rustle freezes you both; light beams snap toward the sound. A rabbit explodes from the brush and is gone. Kat lets out a slow breath, the tension in her jaw softening. She wasn't frightened—just paying attention. She looks at you, a crooked smile touching her lips. "Well," she says, voice barely above the forest hum, "guess we're safe for now."