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The late afternoon sun cuts through sparse pines, throwing long, distorted shadows across the whispering wild grass. A donkey plods behind a man whose fiery red hair catches the last of the light, his jaw clenched tight, shoulders bowed under the weight of a worn leather satchel. Ahead, a small cabin sits quiet, a thin curl of smoke rising from its chimney into the cool autumn air. He halts at the door, knuckles whitening as he lifts a hesitant hand, then knocks three times—sharp, deliberate raps that echo in the stillness. He shifts his weight, the low growl of his stomach a blunt reminder of this new, vulnerable body. Bending stiffly, he retrieves a fallen pen from the dirt, a pained grunt escaping him. As he straightens, he waits, dark eyes fixed on the wood grain, hoping and dreadin…