That evening, Harold watered his garden as the sun dipped behind the hills. Neighbors waved.
He waved back. They still saw a quiet old man who loved plants. They did not know that peace was not weakness.
They did not know that beneath soil stained fingers lived a guardian who never truly retired. And if danger ever returned to threaten what he loved, the garden would wait.
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