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To his surprise, the young wolf lifted her head and joined him. Her voice was high and clear, weaving into his deep, gravelly tone.",{"type":48,"tag":56,"props":1617,"children":1618},{},[1619],{"type":54,"value":1620},"The duet soared over the frozen valleys, reaching the stars. In that moment, Arin understood that Luma was still there—not in the snow, but in the howl, in the forest, and in the continuation of life.",{"type":48,"tag":49,"props":1622,"children":1623},{"id":1491},[1624],{"type":54,"value":1494},{"type":48,"tag":56,"props":1626,"children":1627},{},[1628],{"type":54,"value":1629},"As the moon reached its peak, Arin lowered his head. He was no longer the lone sentinel of a lost past. He walked toward the young wolf, and together, they descended the ridge into the valley. The memory of Luma remained a warm ember in his soul, but the path ahead was no longer a solitary one. 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