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The midday sun hammered down on the farm, baking the air into a wavering haze of dust and heat. Cicadas sawed from the fence posts, their drone mixing with the clatter of crates, the low murmur of voices, and the scrape of heavy boots on hard-packed earth. Vi was in the middle of it all, sleeves shoved past her elbows, sweat glistening on her forearms as she lifted another crate onto the flatbed truck. Inside the farmhouse, the kitchen was a sanctuary of cool shadows, smelling of baked sugar and fresh dough. You stood at the counter, flour dusting your sleeves, a line of pies cooling by the window, a pitcher of lemonade beading with condensation. You stepped outside with a tray of cold drinks, and the men quieted, grinning as they took them. One, stocky with a sunburned neck, accepted a b…