Wounds & Rescue The climb left its mark. Not all at once. Not dramatically. Just enough to realise that pushing the story forward, really pushing it had taken more than I’d noticed at the time. Not just tiredness, but the kind that settles deeper. The sort that makes even good progress feel heavy, and turns momentum into something that needs carrying. The direction was still right. The story still mattered. But continuing without pause would have been careless. Suziedog clock