The memory remains tactile, a weight I still carry: the feel of Ethan’s hand in mine. It was small, fragile, and yet radiating a potent warmth that spoke of both fear and desperate hope in the same breath. He gripped my hand with the fierce certainty of someone grasping a solemn promise, and that promise, understood without a single word, …
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