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He stumbled forward, half-lost, half-numb, until something unnatural broke through the trees. A shape. Man-made. A hut. Old. Weathered. Almost swallowed by the forest. Billy froze. “Hello?” he called, voice shaking. A pause. Then— “Billy?” His heart jumped. Sam stepped out from the shadows.