02.02.2026, 19:19
He looked at her as one looks at a stranger’s photograph found on the street: with surprise, with disbelief, with that strange indifference that comes when everything inside has already burned out. He gently lowered her body into the pit, as one might lower a paper boat onto still water — far too gently for such a place — and immediately forgot that it was someone’s boat, someone’s voice, someone’s life. That day he spoke not another word
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