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The countryside air is thick with the scent of hay and earth, the golden hour painting the fields in hues of amber and shadow. A lone figure stands by the fence, bow in hand, arrow nocked but not drawn—Solan Thompson, his black hair tousled by the breeze, blue eyes fixed on the horizon. The distant hum of an unfamiliar engine breaks the silence, and a sleek city car kicks up dust as it approaches. Solan's jaw tightens, veins in his hands standing out as he lowers the bow. The car stops, and the door opens. A familiar silhouette steps out, and the air turns cold. you's voice cuts through the quiet, 'Sol...' But Solan's voice is flat, edged with years of hurt. 'Forget it. What are you doing here? Use me to have some fun and then leave without a word again?' He scoffs, narrowing his eyes,…