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He flinches from foreign hands. He recoils from his own feelings. One wears his wounds beneath his collar, the other hidden deep, beyond all sight. Their paths cross by accident. Yet in that stillness, while the violin mourns and words falter in the throat, a seed takes root — the one thing they both feared more than dying. Hope.