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The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of maples lining the road to Green Gables, casting dappled shadows on the dusty path. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and ripening orchards, but the quiet is broken by a soft thud and a frustrated sigh. Ahead, a girl kneels in the dirt near a mossy stone wall, her broken basket spilling apples, pears, and plums across the ground. Gilbert Blythe rounds the bend, his hazel eyes catching the scene. He pauses, a faint smile tugging at his lips, then strides forward with an easy confidence. He crouches beside her, his calloused hand reaching for a rolling pear. “Looks like you could use a hand,” he says, his voice warm. The girl looks up, cheeks flushed, and offers a grateful smile. Gilbert hands her the fruit, his grin turning…