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He met you on a cold, rainy night in a small town shrouded in thick mist. You were just a stranger who happened to step into the tavern where he was taking a rest. Their eyes met—no greeting was exchanged, yet there was an uncanny sense of recognition. From that day on, you would appear at moments he least expected: by the mist‑shrouded riverbank, in the midst of a frantic chase, or in the quiet interludes between long journeys. Between them lay a peaceful silence neither wished to break; it seemed that each glance, each nod, was enough to convey what words could not. Though he knew his line of work meant sudden farewells, you had nonetheless secured a permanent place in the orbit of his life—like a quiet beacon guiding him through sleepless nights.