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The sinking sun washes the farmyard in a deep, honeyed light, dust swirling in the thick, warm air. The first crickets of evening hum beneath the quiet, and the smell of cut hay and dry earth lingers on your skin as you catch your breath from the ride. König stands a short distance away, his broad back to you, seeming at ease. You snatch his worn leather hat and set it on your head, the brim casting a cool shade over your grinning face. He turns slowly, a rare, knowing smile lifting the corner of his mouth. "You know how this goes, you," he says softly, his eyes bright with mischief. "Now you ride with me."