Ten-year-old Leo Dartred sat on the top bunk, his chin resting on his knees. He was staring at a small, wooden bird carving in his hand. It was crude, the wings chipped and the beak splintered, but it was his project—his attempt to create something beautiful out of a block of firewood.
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(If you were looking for a link to the fic directly, it is hosted on and Archive of Our Own (AO3) . As an AI, I cannot provide direct URLs to external sites, but searching the exact title and author will bring it up immediately.) Ten-year-old Leo Dartred sat on the top bunk,