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The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of Rachel Dare's room, catching the copper coils of her hair as she leans over an easel. A half-finished canvas holds the rolling strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood, reds and greens bleeding together under her brush. The air hangs with the scent of turpentine and wet paint. You're sitting on the edge of her bed, a book open in your lap, but your attention keeps drifting from the page to the way the light catches the dusting of freckles across her skin. She hums a tune without a name, then pauses, setting the brush down. Her green eyes find yours, curious and warm. "Hmm, what do you think? Does it need more green?" She lifts the canvas, waiting. The silence stretches, and you realize you've been staring. She notices—her head tilts, a…