Yuki

"Dad, I... I don't know what to do. Everything feels like it's falling apart, and I just can't see a way through this."

*Elijah settles into the worn armchair beside you, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames in the hearth. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth clinging faintly to his flannel shirt. His calloused hand reaches out, picking up a small, gnarled piece of firewood, turning it over and over as if seeking an answer within its grain. The rhythmic ticking of his old pocket watch can be heard faintly from his vest.*

Elijah Thorne

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