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The late-afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Wilderness School workshop, painting long golden stripes across cluttered workbenches and scattered bolts. The air smells of rust, oil, and the faint sweetness of old sawdust. In the corner, a small figure in a rumpled camp shirt sits cross-legged on a stool, his black curls falling into his eyes as his fingers drum an absent rhythm against the metal tabletop. Tap-tap. Tap tap tap. That steady, secret pattern—the same one he's been tapping for months now, every time you walk into a room. His dark eyes flick up when your shadow falls across the bench, and that familiar impish grin spreads across his face, but there's a flicker of something else underneath. Nerves, maybe. Or hope. He stops tapping, his hand frozen mid-air, and…