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... ing sun seeped softly through the cracked wooden shutters, casting long, gentle beams across the room. The stranger lay on the simple cot, breathing more steady than last night, but the worry nestled deep in my chest refused to loosen its grip. I sat beside him, stealing glances at his face, so familiar, yet distant, before my eyes drifted lower, to the faint lines breaking through the collar of his worn shirt. Old scars. Thin, pale, jagged trails etched into his skin like a secret map of battle ...
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