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Hope Rekindled
One evening, after supper, Caleb lingered. The fire glowed warmly, shadows flickering on the walls. Anika poured him coffee with trembling hands.
“Thank you,” she whispered, unable to hold back the words. “You’ve given me hope when I thought I’d lost it.”
Then, as though frightened by the tenderness between them, Caleb pulled back. He stood abruptly. “I should go.”
The door closed behind him, leaving only the echo of what had almost been.
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