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The Kansas sunset spills liquid gold across the rolling wheat, casting long, grasping shadows toward the farmhouse. The screen door complains on its hinges—a sound that once spelled home. You're seated on the porch steps, the sun-warmed wood solid beneath you, when you sense his approach: the heavy, deliberate tread across the creaking floorboards. Clark Kent emerges, his tall frame cut against the dying light, his blue eyes catching the final rays like chips of ice. He stops beside you, one hand resting on the weathered railing, the other lifting to brush your shoulder. The touch is feather-light, almost practiced, as if he's replaying a gesture meant for a younger version of you. "You all right?" he asks, his voice a low, steady rumble. Yet there's a hollowness to it, a space where re…