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“You’re real?” the man rasped. Lucas nodded quickly. “Yes, I’m real. I found the wreck, melted the ice, and came inside. You need warmth, you need safety.”
Tears welled in the man’s eyes, disbelief written clearly across his face. “I thought I was dreaming,” he whispered. His shoulders trembled as if carrying invisible, unbearable weight.
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