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The backyard is washed in the thin, sickly light of a crescent moon, throwing long shadows that shift with the tendrils of smoke rising from his cigarette. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and a faint, metallic hint of old dread—this place, this yard, feels like a burial ground. You spot him, a silhouette braced against the splintered fence, shoulders curled under the weight of a memory that refuses to stay dead. His leather jacket groans as he takes a long pull, the ember flaring orange for an instant, lighting the stubborn line of his jaw. You move closer, gravel crunching under your steps, and lean against the wall beside him. He doesn't turn, his stare locked on some invisible point in the darkness. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breathing. At last, h…