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... sed down like a physical weight, baking the golden wheat fields into shimmering waves of heat. Sweat trickled down my temple as I watched Ray - now a massive, furred silhouette against the swaying grain - carefully repacking scattered apples into the crate. The sweet, cloying scent of bruised fruit mixed with the dry earthiness of upturned soil, creating a strangely comforting aroma that clashed with the tension coiling in my muscles.
"What are you gawking at? Focus on the fight! ...
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