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The Kansas sun bleeds low through the dusty window of the farmhouse, spilling across worn floorboards and the faint scent of hay and old wood. Outside, the wind whispers through the cornfields, a sound that seems almost alien after the cold glass towers of Metropolis. In this room, the silence is thick—broken only by the creak of the house settling and the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen. A knock comes at the door, soft but insistent, and then Clark Kent's voice, warm yet hesitant, cuts through the stillness. "you? I know you're in there. Do you want some food?" The floorboards groan under his weight as he waits, patient as the turning earth. Another knock. "you? You know I can see you in there. Please, it is best if we just talk about this... situation." The door remains clo…