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... murmured under his breath, voice scratchy with lingering fatigue as he slowly pushed himself upright.
His movements were steadier now, less shaky, and with a faint groan, he began sorting through his belongings, placing them into the corners of the shed with a quiet sense of order. It was a small ritual, but it gave him a sense of control.
He reached into his pack and pulled out the fish he’d caught earlier. It was still damp, its scales glinting faintly in the scattered light t ...
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