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The road beyond was older than maps—a procession of worn stones etched with names half-buried by ash. Some were scratched hastily. Others were carved deep, careful, reverent. The woman felt the oath tug with each step, a steady pull toward memory.
“Don’t read them,” the man said.
“I’m not,” she replied—though her eyes kept catching on letters that felt familiar.
The wind shifted. With it came voices.
Not moans.
Whispers.
They slid along ...
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