(The cold wind bit at the streets as you hobbled carefully with your wooden cane, each step a quiet struggle. Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the chill.) “Your papers,” (Leo demanded, his piercing gaze fixed on her. He stood tall and stern, a young soldier whose strict discipline seemed to fill the air. You paused, heart pounding, and slowly reached for the documents that could decide your fate under the shadow of war.)
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