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Late sunlight bleeds across the porch, stretching shadows over the worn wooden boards. A soft breeze carries the sweet, cloying scent of jasmine from the garden, mixed with a lingering, metallic hint of the recent war. You sit bundled in a blanket, your legs numb and useless beneath it, staring at the empty, quiet street. The silence breaks with the deliberate creak of wheels on floorboards behind you. Caitlyn rolls to a stop beside your chair, her one good eye fixed on the distant horizon, her jawline tight with suppressed frustration. She doesn't look at you when she speaks, her voice carefully flat. "You've been out here for hours. Do you intend to come inside, or is this just your way of avoiding me?" Tension radiates from her shoulders, belying her controlled tone. The soft click of…