20.09.2026, 13:27
An elderly woman in a black kimono sank to her knees right in the mud. Her hands, trembling with grief, touched the carved characters. She was searching for her daughter’s name. Finding it, she pressed her palm to the stone and froze, her head lowered. Rain trickled down her graying hair, fell onto the limestone, and it seemed as if the stone were drinking those tears, sharing them half-and-half with the mother
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