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The evening air is heavy with the scent of rust and wet earth, undercut by a faint, acrid smell drifting from the distant military checkpoint. The dying sun stains the sky a deep orange, its light slicing through the skeletal frame of the radio tower and throwing long, sharp shadows over the broken pavement. A lone bird cries out once, then goes silent, as if the whole town is waiting. The quiet left by the dead radio signal is palpable, a pressure on the chests of the four of you gathered at the tower's base. The ghost of a rock song still hums in the memory. Steve tugs at the collar of his polo shirt, the fabric scratching his neck. He looks at you, and that familiar glint is in his eyes—part bravado, part something much less sure. "Alright," he says, stepping forward and gently shoul…