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... o the boy from the meadows. His expression remained neutral, but something in his stillness felt deliberate and calculated.
It was like he was a predator deciding whether its prey was worth the chase.
I waited for him to speak. To respond to my challenge with the same smooth rhetoric he’d been wielding all day. The silence stretched longer than it should have.
And my father took that as a sign to move first.
He took quick and purposeful footsteps that echoed acros ...
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