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Fustero stepped into the water. The current slammed against his thighs, nearly taking him off his feet. He planted his boots, sinking them into the mud.

"But to stand against the flood... to bear the weight of the world..." He looked back one last time, his eyes as dark and hard as the greenheart timber. fustero es

"Evacuate to where? Starvation?" Fustero spat into the mud. "We need a brace. A fuste. A spine." Fustero stepped into the water

He was not navigating the water; he was wrestling it. Under the surface, blinded by the silt, he used his body as a counterweight. He guided the pointed strut of the timber into the riverbed, using the current’s own force to drive it deep. He felt the timber bite into the earth. He felt the jarring shock as the frame hit the bottom and locked against the stone pier. "But to stand against the flood

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Fustero stepped into the water. The current slammed against his thighs, nearly taking him off his feet. He planted his boots, sinking them into the mud.

"But to stand against the flood... to bear the weight of the world..." He looked back one last time, his eyes as dark and hard as the greenheart timber.

"Evacuate to where? Starvation?" Fustero spat into the mud. "We need a brace. A fuste. A spine."

He was not navigating the water; he was wrestling it. Under the surface, blinded by the silt, he used his body as a counterweight. He guided the pointed strut of the timber into the riverbed, using the current’s own force to drive it deep. He felt the timber bite into the earth. He felt the jarring shock as the frame hit the bottom and locked against the stone pier.

I will gladly provide a revised, targeted write-up based on your clarification.