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The fox stared at his reflection — not a monster, just a hungry, lonely creature. For the first time, he saw his own pain.

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“Look,” said Pip, his voice shaking but clear. “You see that fire in your own eyes? It’s the same fire that burns in mine. You don’t need to steal to be seen.” The fox stared at his reflection — not

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