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“Yeah. For another hour, maybe.”

Clint nodded once. No speech. No grand vow. He just picked up his bow from the dock—the one he’d set down five years ago—and the string sang under his thumb. avengers-endgame

The lake was still. So still that the reflection of the cabin didn’t ripple, and the stars looked like pinned needles of light in a frozen sky. Clint sat on the dock, feet inches above the water, and watched the suitcases by the cabin door. The years had taught him that silence wasn’t empty. It was just waiting. “Yeah