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        Thebckcablethathadbeenfirmlypluggedinasedagowasnowinsomeone’shand—knucklesdefined,gripcasual—themetaljackstillswayingslightlyinmidair.

        Atsomepoint,aboyhadslippedinthroughtheopenirondoorwithoutmakingasound.

        oodbesideheramp.

        Heworeasenior’suniform.Histiehungloose,halfyankedopen;onesideofhisshirttailwasoutofhisdresspants.Awornbdergigbagwasslungoverhisshoulder.Athinsheenofsweatyacrosshisforehead,likehe’dsprihewholewayhere.

        Hedidn’tlookguiltyintheslightest.

        Thoseeyes—restless,impatient,andstrangelybright—lockedstraightontoCra,thegirlwiththebckfive-stringbass.

        “You’reLinChu-Qing（初晴）?”Hisvoicewasalittlehoarse.Hewentstraightforthethroat—noapology,nopoliteness.“Theoneinchargeofteagbasstotheeleventhgraders?”

        Therehearsalroomfelldeadsilent.OnlytheoldAithummed.Allsixgirlsstaredattheintruderasthetemperatureintheroomdroppedtoice.

        Cratippedherupslightlytolookathim.Upclose,shecouldsmellthefaionhim,andsomethingsun-warmed—anoutdoorsstthatdidn’tbelonginthisdamp,shadowybasement.

        Hergazeflickedtothecableinhishand.Behindherrimlessgsses,hereyesturnedcoldwithanger.

        Shedidn’tanswerhisquestion.

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