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Kendrick stepping up
“Wait! It’s me—Kendrick!” he called out, voice steady but emotional. Faces appeared from huts, cautious and wide-eyed. “We found land! People! They came back to help us!” he said. Then, from a larger hut, an older man stepped out—gray-haired, weathered, but strong. Kendrick froze. “Dad?” he whispered. The man’s eyes widened. “My son?” he breathed.
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