Pale Dawn | Whispers on the Train 16 – dwaraka
My mother stumbled onto the battlefield, her hair escaping her veil. With worry etched on her face, she knelt beside a dead soldier, touching his face. “No,” she whispered, then moved on to the next body. Gathering every ounce of strength, I let out a faint moan.
‘mmmaaahh…‘
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