One year later, at a border refugee camp in Amaran, Eleanor wiped down her camera, her movements focused and mechanical."E-Eleanor."The tent flap was lifted, and Josephine Lake stepped inside, holding a cup of water and moving with visible hesitation."What is it?"Eleanor looked up and smiled gently."I wanted to thank you," Josephine said as she handed her the cup, gratitude clear in her eyes. "If you hadn't pulled me back today, I would've been hit by that armored truck.""It was nothing," Eleanor said as she took the cup. "Out here, we look out for each other. Remember this. Safety always comes first. News is never worth losing your life over."Josephine looked at her, her fingers twisting together nervously. "Eleanor, you always seem so fearless. Why did you come here?"Eleanor's hand paused mid-motion as she cleaned the camera.She lifted her gaze and studied the young woman in front of her.That youthful face reminded her of herself from years ago, carrying the same
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