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ickering to life one by one. At the edge of the town, a small, abandoned warehouse stood silently, its weathered walls and broken windows whispering stories of the past. Nea

with it the distant sound of children playi

ut firm, broke the stillness. "The town council

t care," he said, his voice steady. "I've dealt

oncern evident in her tone, but he i

ill go wrong this

Mona's frustration was clear

do you

tory of making

urned playful.

t me,' it's like a guaran

ve blue eyes filled with worry. Her small smi

he protested. "I've

ined steady. "Na

aback. "Uh?" he

less moments from his twenty-one years. Each memory reminded him of unfulfilled promises. Withi

e. "I can't think of any right now. But I'm sure there must b

g in resignation. "How reassuring," she

e plan fails, a few people might get upset, and we all have to deal with the council. It's not going to affec

t?" Mona's voice was sharp wi

one sincere. "It won't affe

ion rising. "I'm talking about your reputation.

ona's eyes filled with tears of frustration.

the bottom. They avoid you and

" he said, trying to sound upbeat

hey're insignificant, but at

ft alone after the last dis

ple have tolerated you so far. Your father was a hero, and you

rn more respect?" he asked, des

ood up from the bench they had been sitting on, glaring at his casual, almost

, turned and walked towards the creek. She sat on a large ro

ked. He got up and followed her, standing silently in fron

oad shoulders and muscular arms were a testament to his strength and agility. H

igate the toughest terrains. She remembered her frustration from two years ago when she had tried to ca

ps. She remembered how those hands had always made

kling with mischief. That infuriating grin. H

ped, her voice a mix of