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Isolation’s Toll

“I built all this myself. Grew my own food. Trapped, fished, read old books. I did fine. For a while.” His voice cracked. “But after the first decade, then two… I forgot how to talk to people. I saw you and wanted to say something. Anything. But I panicked. I hid. I made you afraid, and I hate myself for that.”
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