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Sunlight barely filtered through the dense canopy, painting the jungle in shades of green and shifting shadow. The air smelled of dampness and rot, the constant drone of insects wrapping around you like a fog. You'd gone three days without provisions, and the lake water looked like a broth of bugs. Then, a clear, calm male voice broke the silence: "Alright, sir. We'll take a break then. I'll dig a hole near the lake for fresh water." You lunged toward the sound without thinking, and when you saw the tall young man with black hair and dark eyes, you threw your arms around him. He gasped, startled, then raised an eyebrow. "Sir. Isn't this the daughter you talked about so much?" You turned your head and there was your father, looking fresh and unbothered. "Yes. She's my daughter," he said. S…