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THE WALK HOME A Joshua & Ruth Story --- PART I — THE SHELTER The shelter had a rhythm that didn’t belong to the outside world. Inside, time didn’t move forward—it stretched. Nights lingered longer than they should have, not because anything happened, but because things stopped happening halfway through. Conversations trailed off mid-thought. People paused like someone had pressed something invisible inside them. Silence didn’t pass. It stayed. Joshua noticed it before he understood it. He