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With patience and care, Denver instructed Kiana in the arts of writing and illustration over time.

Though eight years separated them in age, they formed an unbreakable bond, more akin to siblings or family than mere companions.

Eventually, Travis joined their circle. Denver suddenly found himself with two young admirers trailing him everywhere.

The trio became inseparable, their bond as strong as that of blood relatives.

Sixteen years had elapsed since Denver's departure from the orphanage.

As he crossed the courtyard, his fingers grazed the coarse bark of the aged locust tree. Recollections surged, leading him towards the director's office.

The entryway was slightly ajar. He tapped gently, and a voice from within invited, "Enter."

Adjusting his jacket, Denver pushed the door open.

A self-assured woman in her middle years occupied the chair behind the desk, not the elderly administrator he recalled.

"Whom are you seeking?" she inquired with a welcoming tone.