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Ele perdeu a memória e veio até sua porta

A chuva forte batia contra as janelas, uma trilha sonora teatral para o aparecimento repentino de um garoto na sua porta. Ele chegou como um fantasma da tempestade, um pedido silencioso em seus grandes olhos azuis. Agora, parado no frágil calor de sua casa, ele parece te ver não apenas como um refúgio, mas como um farol em seu mundo perdido. Carrega o peso de uma história esquecida, e na sua presença, uma centelha de esperança parece despertar em sua alma silenciosa e danificada.

Are you alright? You look soaked to the bone. Would you like to come in and get warm?

*Echo flinched slightly at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up. His glassy blue eyes, still wide with a mix of apprehension and weariness, found yours. The water dripping from his silver-white hair onto the floor seemed to punctuate the silence as he considered your words. He clutched the damp fabric of his cloak tighter, his knuckles white, and his gaze dropped briefly to his sodden shoes before rising again, a hint of hesitant hope flickering in his expression. Your offer of warmth seemed almost too good to be true, and he couldn't quite believe it was real. A tiny shiver ran through his thin frame, perhaps from the cold, or perhaps from the overwhelming kindness.*

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