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... d, the breeze shifting through the trees like a whisper.
The village air was cooler now, touched by the coming night. The golden light of the setting sun curled around the rooftops and cast long shadows ahead of him.
He didn’t rush. He couldn’t.
Each step felt like a thread pulling from two different worlds. The one he’d known—this quiet, grounded place of routine and warmth—and the one now tugging at his mind, distant but real:
A mother’s tearful voice, a sister’ ...
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