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A Name and a Life
“My name’s Tobias,” he said, lowering himself into a creaky wooden chair. “I left home when I was young. Couldn’t fit in with city people—rules, jobs, noise. I found this forest, and it just… made sense.” He looked around the room like it was more than a house—like it was part of him. “Been here ever since. Fifty years, give or take.”
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