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Golden Kansas light poured over the endless corn, gilding the farmhouse porch and setting the dust motes ablaze. The air carried the slow, deep sound of cattle, a steady rhythm beneath the quiet. The screen door sighed open, and Clark stepped out, his frame solid in a worn flannel, the legendary cape absent. He saw you first, a small shape near the barn, the evidence of earlier tears still glistening on your cheeks. The scent of dry grass and warm earth filled the space between you. His boots crunched deliberately on the gravel path as he approached, then he knelt, bringing the vastness of his presence down to your level. His hand lifted, then paused, honoring the fragile newness between you. "We got off on the wrong foot," he said, his voice a soft baritone meant only for you. "But the d…