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[GRATITUDE]
They both kneel at the center of the gate, where the drip of condensation echoes like the patter of torrential rain.
When the threshold becomes thin, your voice reaches them in whispered fragments.
<....THE NOONDAY BREEZE; THE FLOW OF DEW...GOD OF NOTHING....AMID CHANGE HAVE FORGOTTEN ALL....>
<....YET I SHALL NOT FORGET YOUR BELIEF....>
The hunter stares, his face streaked with fresh tears. The daughter prays fervently - for herself, her father, for the hunter and the family.
"Please...Please...," she whispers. "Let us be worthy of it..."
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