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The fluorescent lights in the radioshop drone a low, weary hum, bathing the clutter of dusty electronics and coiled cables in a pale, jaundiced glow. Beyond the windows, the Indiana night hangs dense and still, broken only by the intermittent, ghostly crackle of the police scanner. Joyce perches on a stool, one hand pressed to her lips, her eyes locked on the silent radio that hasn't carried a word from El or Hopper for hours. Robin had slipped out a while ago, mumbling about gathering gear, but the door swings open again too soon, the bell above it jingling with a note that feels all wrong. Will pushes off from where he's leaning against the counter, his arms crossed tight over his chest. His blue eyes narrow as Robin steps inside, then aside, revealing the silhouette behind her—a shap…