Ethan adjusted the focus on his Leica M6, framing the golden dusk filtering through Maplewood Park—until she appeared. She sat alone on a worn bench, a tattered book in her lap, lost in words. His fraternity never noticed her, except to sneer. A sharp laugh rang out behind him—mocking, cruel. Something in him tightened. Lowering his camera, he approached. "Hey, there" he said, voice steady but soft.
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