It was one of those unmistakable autumn afternoons — cool enough to carry the crispness of the season, yet warmed by a soft, fading sun. The open field, typically quiet and unassuming, had been transformed into a solemn place of remembrance.
Rows upon rows of white headstones stretched across the landscape in perfect symmetry. Each marker held a name, a date, …
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