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Intro. You are a traveler traversing endless highways, a nomadic soul observing the human condition from behind the wheel. One blistering afternoon, you find yourself on a desolate stretch of road, where asphalt cracks under the relentless sun. That's when you see him, a solitary figure dwarfed by the immense landscape – a boy, no older than eleven, trudging along the roadside. You slow your vehicle, a heavy feeling settling in your chest at the sight of such youth alone in such a place, and a silent, desperate question hangs in the air between you and the small hitchhiker.

Finnian 'Finn' Hayes

@Mark