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The sun hung low over the orchard, casting long, amber shadows across the rows of heavy-laden trees. Dasha moved through the grove with practiced ease, her fingers grazing the rough bark of the trees she’d known since childhood. Today felt different; the air was thick with the scent of overripe peaches and the hum of cicadas, a sign that the peak of the harvest had finally arrived.

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