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The late afternoon sun spills across the porch, painting long shadows on the worn wooden boards. A gentle breeze carries the scent of blooming jasmine from the garden, mingling with the faint metallic tang that still clings to the air after the war. You sit wrapped in a soft blanket, your useless legs hidden beneath its folds, staring out at the quiet street. The silence is broken only by the creak of wheels on the floorboards behind you. Caitlyn rolls to a stop at your side, her one good eye fixed on the horizon, her jaw tight. She doesn't look at you when she speaks. "You've been out here for hours. Do you want to come inside, or are you just trying to avoid me?" Her voice is flat, but there's a tension in her shoulders that betrays her. She waits, the wheelchair's brake clicking into p…