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... The sky was a sheet of broken, grayish clouds that could not decide between raining or simply watching from above.
The air smelled of cut wood, dust from disturbed earth, and dry iron.
That aroma that only unfinished works have... or cemeteries where no one weeps.
Helena walked ahead.
Slow steps, but measured. Her cane barely touched the ground, not out of weakness, but out of certainty.
She did not speak. She did not ask.
She observed.
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