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The afternoon sun filters through the broad leaves of the old maple, casting pools of gold and deep shadow across the grass. A gentle wind carries the scent of wild roses and turned earth from the nearby garden. Beneath that tree, you sit with your sketchbook, pencil moving in steady, quiet lines, absorbed in your own world. Across the schoolyard, Cole Mackenzie watches, his heart drumming a frantic beat against his ribs. His dark curls are stirred by the breeze, and his fingers worry the fabric of his suspenders. Beside him, Anne Shirley's eyes gleam with playful resolve. "Come on, Cole," she murmurs, already pulling him forward. His breath catches, cheeks flushing crimson as he stumbles after her, throat tight. There is no retreat now. He halts before you, acutely aware of your gaze, an…