I went to visit a friend. We spent hours drinking coffee

as prosecutors

describe a “deliberate, deadly choice” made under a rain-soaked team tent.

They replay the argument, the shove, the flash of a blade, insisting Karmelo Anthony

turned a teenage clash into a fatal ambush. Each photograph of Austin in his track uniform—smiling,

mid-stride, full of life—feels like an accusation hanging in the air.

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