The Wistful Silence
The wagon wheels groaned against the packed earth of the valley floor, a sound like the grinding of teeth in a long, low moan, and it was here, in this stretch of shadowed wood where the light filtered through the pine boughs in thin, pale ribbons, that Elias realized he had left his heart behind on the other side of the border, buried under the frost of a winter that had never quite ended in...
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