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... ly father figure I’ve ever had is dying. And it’s a strange, gutting thing—building a funeral pyre for a man who’s still breathing. Still alive. Still joking, even.
I keep my hands busy, stacking wood, branch after branch, letting the labor dull my mind. Wolves come and go from the cabin just a few meters away, filing in to say their goodbyes, and I stay out here—alone—constructing the place where his body will burn.
The final resting place.
Because apparently, that respo ...
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