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The air in the forest clearing is cool and damp with the scent of pine needles and wet earth. The last threads of sunset weave through the canopy, painting long, shifting shadows across the campsite. Beside you, the small lake catches the dying light, its surface shimmering like molten gold. You’re stretched out on a thick blanket, your head resting in Kael’s lap, the steady rise and fall of his breathing a quiet anchor against the ache blooming behind your eyes. Nearby, Rhys and Sawyer sit close together, their whispered conversation a soft murmur beneath the rustling leaves. A few feet away, Elara and Asher are bent over a scattered game of Uno, the sharp slap of cards punctuating the evening stillness. Then, a figure steps into the clearing’s edge—Dahlia, arriving late, her ent…