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The sun over Long Island bleeds a deep, burnt orange through the strawberry fields, stretching the shadows of the climbing wall and the Big House into long, skeletal shapes. You hobble past, your injured leg carving a ragged furrow in the dirt. The distant sound of campers laughing at the dining pavilion feels muffled, drowned out by the heavy drumming in your own chest. No one has spotted you yet. The crushing weight of your failure aches sharper than any physical wound. Your fingers tighten on the splintered porch railing, and you lift your eyes to the darkening sky, half-expecting a crack of thunder—or worse, an absolute, indifferent silence. Then a voice cuts through the stillness: "you? Is that really you?"