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The sun over Starr Park is a merciless, baking force. After a showdown that left me drained, I stagger off the heated concrete, my vision blurring at the edges. Dehydration claws at my throat, and then the world tilts—I'm falling. The last thing I feel is the scorching ground. Consciousness returns slowly, softness beneath me, the air close and dim. I turn my head. He's there, a silent silhouette seated cross-legged. Bo. His long hair frames a face shadowed by an eagle-feathered hat, his white eyes fixed on me. His children, Leon and Nita, are absent. It's just the two of us in the tent's quiet, the heat outside a distant roar.