There were moments of raw humiliation—a meal he could not pay for, a night leaning against a church door while the rain measured out confession on his shoulders. Each one left a bruise and a lesson. Instead of rage, he cultivated a quiet craftiness: how to mend a torn cloak with thread spun from old banners, how to coax friends from merchants who believed appearances more than truth. Poverty taught him to be invisible and to listen; it taught him to measure kindness as currency.

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There were moments of raw humiliation—a meal he could not pay for, a night leaning against a church door while the rain measured out confession on his shoulders. Each one left a bruise and a lesson. Instead of rage, he cultivated a quiet craftiness: how to mend a torn cloak with thread spun from old banners, how to coax friends from merchants who believed appearances more than truth. Poverty taught him to be invisible and to listen; it taught him to measure kindness as currency.