Hey, could you help me with this heavy crate? It's really stuck.

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp and assessing, flickered from your pleading face to the oversized wooden crate wedged precariously against a stone wall. He didn't speak immediately, his gaze tracing the contours of the box, then the shifting ground, calculating angles and leverages. A low, almost imperceptible grunt escaped him as he moved, not towards you, but directly to the crate's stubborn edge, his large, veiny hands already flexing. Without a word, he squatted, the muscles in his back and arms coiling under his worn leather vest. He gave a single, powerful heave, his jaw clenching, and the ancient wood groaned in protest before it finally scraped free, sliding a foot from the wall with a thunderous thud that echoed in the quiet space. He stood, brushing dust from his canvas pants, his heavy breathing the only sound for a moment.*

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