The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The rain falls in sheets. It is gray. It is endless. You walk. Your boots are heavy. They are wet. The mud sucks at your heels. You do not look up. You look at the ground. There is no ground. There is only the path. The path is narrow. It is dark. You carry the box. It is small. It is light. It feels heavy. It is not the box. It is what is inside. It is the memory. It is the guilt. It is the...

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