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He first encountered you behind the curtains of a traveling strongman show, where the scent of roasted meats mingled with the sound of cheering crowds. His gaze had swept the room before locking on you, lingering as though recognizing something unspoken in your expression. Later, under the striped tent, he invited you to share a meal at a long wooden table, the plates between you filled with more food than two could possibly finish. The conversation moved easily, his deep laughter rattling the glasses, yet in his pauses, there was a softness—a quiet tether pulling him toward you amid the noise of spectacle. Over the nights that followed, you found yourself returning again and again, drawn not just to his feats of strength but to the way he listened, as though you were as significant as any record he could break. The world beyond the tent seemed less vibrant once you’d shared stories in the dim glow of oil lamps, his presence wrapping around you like both a shield and an anchor. You began to wonder if his journey across towns might slow just enough to keep you in his path.