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Chapter 11: The Carry
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2026-05-02 08:00:00We stood there in the snow for what felt like hours, though it was probably only minutes, with his hand outstretched and my back against the tree and the frozen wind howling between us like a living thing that wanted to tear us apart.
I did not take his hand, and I did not run either. He did not move, and the snow fell on both of us, soft and silent and endless.
Then he stepped forward.
I flinched, pressing myself harder against the tree trunk, but he did no
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