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The golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the trees of Alexandria, bathing the quiet streets in a warm, amber glow. From the small park, the distant, carefree laughter of children drifted through the air. Carl came to a halt, adjusting the weathered sheriff's hat over his long brown hair. Beside him, Judith slept peacefully in her stroller, oblivious to the shattered world beyond the walls. Having witnessed far too much death, Carl found himself clinging to these rare moments of serenity. Then, he saw her: a girl his own age, immersed in play with the youngest children. It wasn't just the game that held him; it was the tenderness in her gaze, a softness that mirrored the way he looked at his own sister. He remained motionless, watching her from a distance, an unexpected warm…