Daily routine

Edwin’s father continued, his voice rough but steady. “We had no choice. Every other day, we dive out to the crevice. We fish with spears, careful not to stray too far. When the air grows thin, we rush back. It’s risky, but it kept us alive.” His eyes watered, emotion cracking through. “But we never expected rescue. We certainly never expected my own son to be the one to arrive.”
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