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“Yeah. Dad showed me once. I’m not saying it’ll be perfect, but… it’s better than nothing.” For the first time since the night before, something flickered in Sarah’s chest. Not hope. But something close to it. They spent hours working. Jessie stripped bark carefully, using a sharp piece of broken metal he’d found. He bent the wood slowly, tying it with a cord made from torn fabric and plant fibers. It wasn’t pretty. But it held.