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Guardians at the Gate
Protection without rescue.
Guardians are not halos. They are hounds at the gate — breath on the threshold, teeth reserved for what follows you out.
The light you wanted was a nightlight. What arrived was witness: someone seeing you attempt the door without opening it for you.
Protection is not erasure of risk. It is company while you learn the lock.
The dog does not explain the myth. It waits.
The gate stays latched from the inside.
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