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The woman’s breath hitched. She reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed the silk. "I lost this years ago," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crashing waves. "My mother gave it to me the last time I saw her. I thought it was gone forever."
Elias approached slowly. He didn't say a word, just pulled the yellow scarf from his pocket and held it out. The Yellow Scarf
She wrapped the scarf around her neck, and for a moment, the gray pier seemed to brighten. The weight on her shoulders didn't disappear, but she stood a little taller. Elias smiled, a small, tired movement of his lips. He no longer had his tiny sun, but as he watched her walk toward the ferry, the yellow fabric fluttering like a bird’s wing in the wind, he realized he didn't need to carry the light anymore. He had finally helped it find its way home. The woman’s breath hitched