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The camera jittered into focus, pulling into view a dilapidated house with a yard that hadn’t seen a lawnmower in a decade. Jack Morrison stepped into the frame, his attention trained somewhere in the middle distance behind the camera. The cameraman said something that the mic didn’t pick up, but Jack nodded, beckoning with one hand. The camera jittered again before coming to a rest, the cameraman’s fingers brushing against the mic and creating deafening feedback. Gabriel stepped out from behind the setup, crowding into the frame with Jack. His hands were jammed into his hoodie pocket and his beanie was pulled down over his