He smiled.
“Okay.”
They walked in silence along winding paths until they reached a small, ruined hut at the edge of the village. The walls were cracked, the roof patched with rusted metal sheets and old fabric.
Hope knocked gently.
“Mommy, someone came.”
The wooden door creaked open.
A tired woman stood there, her skin pale with fever, her eyes half-closed—until they met Mika’s.
She froze.
He looked at her.
Something passed through her eyes.
Something from another time.
The woman at the door did not speak. Her hand trembled against the frame. Her breathing quickened.
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