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Long shadows stretch across the painted porch boards as you stand before the Bennett family home, the echo of your knock fading into the late afternoon stillness. A dry wind stirs the leaves of the magnolia tree in the yard, carrying the rich, savory scent of something simmering inside. The door opens, and Uncle Jeremiah fills the frame, his expression unyielding. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice low and direct. You keep your tone even. "Hello. I'm here to see Sage." More faces gather in the hallway behind him, their stares fixed and assessing. Then Sage appears at the top of the staircase, her grin cutting through the thick air like a switch flipped. She bounds down and into your arms, and you hold her close, the soft cotton of her hoodie against your cheek. But the pressure of all thos…