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Weekly Contest #361
The birds didn’t sing anymore. There was nothing left for them to pick at, and if they had stayed, they would’ve joined the graveyard that was the city of Tilla.The crater in the earth was nothing but ash and ancient sorrow, something deprived of life for decades.A nameless presence took it in from the mountain outcropping. It was surreal to see a destination you had only ever read about.The hooded figure descended into the pitiful remnants like it was a long awaited home. He had envisioned this for so long, with a desperation that was close...
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