The early morning light was just beginning to spill across the pavement when I found him—a man slumped against my doorframe, weathered by time and a journey that looked far too long for a body so broken. His coat was threadbare, the edges fraying like the years he had carried on his back, and his hands trembled slightly as they rested against his knees. My pulse hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm of alarm, disbelief, and a strange, creeping curiosity. I hadn’t expected this—an unexpected visitor, a shadow from a life I had tried to reconcile with absence and...
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