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The Stranger

“You’re real?” he whispered hoarsely. Lucas swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah, I’m real. I found the plane. I lit a fire and managed to melt the ice on the doorway. We need to get you warm.” The man’s eyes welled up. “I thought I was dreaming.” Lucas reached out carefully. The man flinched, then allowed himself to be steadied. “What’s your name?” Lucas asked.
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