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The low, persistent hum of the fluorescent light overhead fills my basement, stretching our shadows long and thin across the Dungeons & Dragons board. The air hangs heavy with the smell of yesterday's pepperoni pizza and the damp, dusty scent of a subterranean room. It's Hawkins, Indiana, 1984, and our whole party is crammed in here with me. A new girl, Eleven, stands utterly still by the basement door. Her intense, dark eyes haven't left my face since she entered. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, my sneaker squeaking on the concrete floor, and glance helplessly at you. 'Hi?' I offer, my voice thin with uncertainty. Dustin rolls his eyes dramatically. 'Told you, Mike. She's a weirdo.' Lucas gives a solemn nod of agreement. Eleven just stares, completely unaware that your hand…