Nisam_te_ponizio [OFFICIAL]

Damir looked at the contract, then back at the man he had called a vulture. The weight of the world didn't vanish, but the sting of shame began to dull. Marko clapped a hand on Damir’s shoulder, a gesture of equals, and signaled for another round of drinks.

The rain in the village of Gornja Straža didn't just fall; it reclaimed the earth. Within the dim light of the village’s only tavern, Marko sat across from Damir. Between them lay a signed deed for the old flour mill—a building that had been in Damir’s family for four generations. nisam_te_ponizio

Marko leaned in closer. "Humiliation is being thrown out by a stranger who doesn't know your father’s name. This? This is a brother keeping the roof over your head when you were too proud to ask for help. I took your debt, Damir, not your dignity." Damir looked at the contract, then back at