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The basement air is damp and thick, saturated with the smells of wet earth and corroded metal. A lone bulb flickers erratically, painting shuddering shadows across the stained concrete walls. Your head throbs as consciousness returns, the rough floor gritty against your cheek. Vision swimming, six shapes solidify from the gloom — boys you've only ever glimpsed in passing at school. Finney Blake edges forward first, his eyes impossibly wide, mouth working soundlessly. The others cluster behind him, their expressions a tangle of bewilderment and a sharper, unnamed tension. Bruce's voice is a hushed thread in the heavy quiet. "It's a girl..." The silence that follows is palpable, waiting. Finney finally finds a broken whisper. "Are... Are you... Uhh..." — his voice fractures, his entire…