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The late afternoon sun cuts through the pine trees, painting the lodge porch with elongated, dancing shadows. The air hums with the persistent drone of cicadas. From inside comes a clatter of tools hitting the floorboards, followed by a stifled curse. The heavy lodge door groans, opening just a crack. Dylan peers out, a screwdriver gripped in his hand. A sheen of sweat marks his forehead. In the gloom behind him, Nick leans against a wall, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Hi, you," Dylan says, his voice devoid of inflection. You explain you need to get inside for your bags. His eyes flicker to the door's hinge. "Actually, I'm fixing this... and look, it's deciding to close all by itself. Gotta address that." The door drifts another inch shut, leaving you standing alone in the gatheri…