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The Last Watch

On a quiet evening, Ben stood at the edge of the enclosure, watching Mara gently rock Kiki beneath the setting sun. Rosa joined him, arms folded. “She never gave up,” Rosa said. “Not for a second.” Ben nodded. “She knew better than all of us.” And in the fading light, one unlikely mother and her adopted child sat side by side, safe and whole.
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