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The sky had been a flawless, untroubled blue all day, stretching over the sleepy town as the final school bell rang. But by the time you step onto the porch with Asher and Remy, the world has fractured into shades of gray. Rain hammers the pavement in furious sheets, turning the familiar street into a glistening, swift-moving river. The three of you huddle under the narrow eave, breathless and dripping from the frantic sprint. Droplets cling to your lashes, and your clothes are plastered uncomfortably to your skin. Asher shakes his head like a disgruntled dog, sending a spray of water from his pink-tipped hair, while Remy pushes his soaked bangs back from his forehead, a soft, rueful smile touching his lips. For a suspended moment, there is only the relentless drumming of rain and the pal…