Getting a response
He waited, listening. At first there was no response. Then, from inside the darkness, something shifted. Followed by the sound of slow, cautious footsteps. And that’s when he saw it—a figure. Slowly, a man stepped into view. His clothes were worn and torn, layers of fabric wrapped tightly around him. His face was hollow, pale from cold and fatigue. But he was breathing.
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