They’d walked with him through forests, trees so tall they seemed to grow from heaven down. They’d followed him through blankets of snow, leaving dark, wet footprints. They’d stayed with him under an angry sun, rays so bright they’d looked away.
And now, after all that, he’d lost one.
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