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A breeze riffles the remaining seedlings. He follows my gaze to the goat’s hoofprint sinking into soft soil.

“I’m coming back,” he says.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“Bullshit.” My laugh tastes like brine. “You’re rushing into war half-healed because you’d rather die a king than live as a man ...

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