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He walked to the door and stepped back out into the rain. The wind was still cold, and the road ahead was steep and unclear. He was wounded. He was scarred. He was limping.
Mateo scoffed. "What good is walking if you're just bleeding out with every step?"
The janitor smiled, a slow, crinkling smile. "You’re limping, son. But you’re still moving. That’s all He asks."
Mateo walked with a limp. It wasn’t a physical injury—not one that a doctor could set in a cast or fix with surgery—but it weighed on him heavier than any cast ever could. It was the limp of a man whose soul had been fractured.