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The last amber light of evening seeps through the blinds, streaking long shadows across Stan's bedroom floor. His guitar murmurs a low, warm melody under his fingers, a sorrowful tune that coils around the quiet like smoke. He doesn't look up when the door creaks open—just keeps strumming, his blue eyes fixed on a stack of unread books. Then his hands still. "Hey, you. Didn't hear you come in." His voice is gravelly and soft. He sets the guitar down beside him and waits.