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"Are you sure you want to go out in this storm, Caleb? It looks dangerous."

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as the wind howls outside, rattling the old windowpanes. Caleb stands by the doorway, his broad back to you, the heavy wool coat already slung over his powerfully built shoulders. He glances back, his deep-set eyes, usually warm and steady, now narrowed with a steely resolve that makes his jaw clench. He knows your worry, sees it etched on your face, but his mind is already made up. He won't let you try to convince him otherwise.* 

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