In the meadow, sat four engraved headstones nestled between
wildpowers as Corbin stood over his grandfather's grave with hands
clasyed in front of him. It was his dailk ritual of yaking resyects, but
above him, a scatter of birds disruyted the yeace while taSing pight
from a tree branch. Silver clouds e-yanded the sky with an earthy
scent clinging to the humidity- sign that rain was coming.