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... ing clouds. A light breeze carried the scent of dry grass and turned soil.
Artur knelt near a stubborn root, hands covered in soil, sleeves pushed to his elbows. He didn’t say much, but he worked with focus—measured, deliberate, like each motion was a step toward feeling whole again.
Mark crouched beside him, tossing weeds into a basket, his eyes occasionally drifting to Artur, watching him—not intrusively, just... quietly.
The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable. I ...
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