Leaning on him
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Lucas reached forward, careful not to startle him. The man flinched, but exhaustion overtook resistance. He let Lucas steady him, leaning heavily against his arm. “What’s your name?” Lucas asked softly.
But no words came. The man had only stared, lips parted as if to speak, yet nothing escaped—just haunted quiet lingering where his voice should be.
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