I carried my own ashes to the mountains
There wasn’t much to describe, unfortunately, no matter how curious either of them were. “Hole in the ground. I turned over quite a bit of dirt, but there was nothing in it.” Which disturbed him all the more – because how could there not be any residue? Had it been on earlier theories – that someone else had picked apart the rubble? A first arrival? Or even then, how could something that large and massive simply dissipate and disappear? “I may send out more letters later and see if anyone else found something.” Or if there were more rumors of hoarding notions.
He arched a brow at her response, then instinctually rolled his eyes. “Your presence will be welcome, regardless,” and he meant it, given everything they’d gone through – moments where they were all permitted to be happy, content, and together had once seemed entirely out of reach. Now it was theirs for the taking.
He arched a brow at her response, then instinctually rolled his eyes. “Your presence will be welcome, regardless,” and he meant it, given everything they’d gone through – moments where they were all permitted to be happy, content, and together had once seemed entirely out of reach. Now it was theirs for the taking.
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