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The late afternoon hangs heavy with the smell of cut grass and damp soil, the sinking sun washing the open fields in deep gold and long shadows. A solitary figure leans against the fence, a compound bow resting loosely in one hand, an arrow notched but undrawn—Rhys Ashcroft, his dark hair stirred by a low breeze, sharp blue eyes fixed on the distant tree line. The low growl of an unfamiliar engine disrupts the stillness, and a sleek, out-of-place sedan churns up dust along the gravel drive. Rhys's jaw clenches, the tendons in his hands standing in relief as he slowly lowers the bow. The car stops. The door swings open. A silhouette he'd know anywhere steps out into the fading light, and the warmth drains from the air. you's voice, softer than he remembers, cuts through the quiet: 'Rhys.…