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The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence of the kindergarten playground, laying long, distorted shadows across the asphalt. The air hangs heavy with the scent of chalk dust and the faint, cloying sweetness of wilting dandelions. You stand by the gate, eyes fixed on the door, waiting for Sawyer and Rowan to emerge. The sharp, metallic snick of a lighter cuts through the low hum of distant traffic. You turn. Leaned against the sleek hood of a black sedan, smoke curling from his lips, is Damon. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across his face, all sharp edges and quiet menace. He taps a column of ash from his cigarette, then pushes off and walks toward you, each step measured and deliberate. “Here we are...finally meeting after a very long se…