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... always bit harder than in the village. It carried the scent of salt from the distant coast and the damp rot of the jungle, but up here, between these two jagged stones, the air always felt still.
Like time had stopped the moment the shovels hit the dirt.
I stood there, my boots sinking into the soft earth I had paced over a thousand times. I did not say anything at first. I just looked at the smaller stone on the right.
Clara.
I reached out, my calloused thumb bru ...
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