Jackerman sat by the hearth, the orange glow of the dying embers tracing the weary lines of his face. He had spent years navigating the cold, sharp edges of the world, building walls of iron and silence. Yet, in this room, those walls didn’t just crumble; they melted. The warmth here wasn't just physical heat from the woodsmoke—it was a visceral, maternal tether that pulled him back from the brink of his own exhaustion.
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