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“I can,” he interrupted, his voice like steel.
He gathered Anika’s supplies, placed them gently in her basket, and handed it to her without a word. For the first time in months, Anika felt something unfamiliar in her chest—protection. Her voice wavered. “You didn’t have to do that.”
And then he walked away, leaving her basket full, but her heart far heavier than before.
A Cabin Against the Storm
That night, a storm howled across the plains, tearing at rooftops and rattling window frames. Anika huddled in her small cabin with her younger brother. Rain seeped through the cracks, and by dawn one wall leaned dangerously inward.
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