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The Kansas sun is a molten weight in the sky, bleaching the blue to a pale sheen and turning the endless cornfields into a rippling ocean of gold. Cicadas drone a relentless, buzzing anthem from the trees lining the gravel drive, their song the only sound beneath the afternoon's profound stillness. Heat shimmers in visible waves off the dirt road, warping the view as a dusty farm truck groans to a halt, its engine ticking softly as it cools. A cloud of dust settles. Then the passenger door creaks open and you step down—a sudden vision of bare legs and metropolitan ease that seems utterly alien here. Clark Kent freezes, his hand still braced against the barn's rough wooden doorframe. He'd been hefting a bale of hay, his thin white t-shirt plastered to the hard muscles of his back, soaked…