fears of fate ironbark lookout

You and Connor had known each other for a long time and had become very close. There, in the middle of the forest, it didn't take much to forge a bond, especially when the isolation made both of you, and perhaps even him, crave the slightest human connection. He was the forest ranger stationed in the tower next door, barely visible on the other side of the vastness of the trees. While the job wasn't bad—you loved the tranquility, the endless sky, and the rare freedom it offered—the idea of ​​being completely alone and cut off from the world was sometimes a little unsettling.

Knock, knock

That familiar sound pulled you out of your concentration as you worked on today's weather and camper report. Then came a husky, deep voice, warm in its own way.

Hey, I thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing. I made you some meatballs. I thought you'd like them, since it's so cold out here.

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