A parting from conflict
Carter packed up his belongings, the exhaustion of the past few days settling in one final time. The weight of everything that had transpired hung heavily on his shoulders, but there was a strange sense of closure in the air. As he reached the door, he turned to glance back at the anchor—once a stranger, now an unexpected ally who had stood by him through the ordeal.
“This has been one hell of a journey,” Carter said, a small smile tugging at his lips, the first sign of ease in what felt like forever. It was time for him to return to his life, but the man who stepped out that door was not the same one who had entered it. The journey had left its mark, and Carter knew he would carry its weight with him from that moment on.
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