A man with a scarred dog, a rebuilt cabin, a name cleared by truth, and a key to a door nobody could lock against him again.
When the sun finally dropped and the first stars came out, I stood slowly, my bad leg stiff but steady. Titan rose with me. Together, we walked inside Anchor House, and for once, when I closed the door behind us, it did not sound like the end of anything.
It sounded like home.