The mountains stretched endlessly into the clouds, snow-tipped peaks brushing the sky, pine trees swaying gently as if whispering secrets only, they understood.
Hayden walked quietly behind Lidia, hands tucked in the pockets of his thick black coat, eyes scanning the trees with practiced awareness. The air here was sharp, clean… yet even in this fresh, untouched place, her memory followed him like a shadow.
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