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            Summer was setting in through the land; a lazy haze hung in the air each evening after long days in the garden or pumping water from a well. Each afternoon passed slowly this way. After supper, Bubba took to sitting under the very same tree under which he had parted ways with Marshall. The air was humid and thick, giving no sense of relief from the day’s heat. Still, he waited every day with eager hope.            “Have you been feeling alright sweetheart?” Cake’s voice floated through the air as the three guardians neared the tree. They had raised him from a baby, spent each and every day with him and kn