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... . Pines rose in slow, deliberate lines along the hills, their needles muting everything beneath them. The retreat village had once been a Roman outpost, or so a rusted sign near the station claimed. Now it served as a place for recovery—old men with weak lungs, children with crooked spines, windows who spoke to no one.
I stepped off the cart and onto the stone path that led toward the chapel. The driver tipped his cap and turned back down the hill. I hadn't told him where I was going. I ...
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