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Up on the mountainside, a woman stares past the burning embers of a fire to the rooftops of the dead town just beyond; the chimneys eerily void of life in the cool night air.
The woman takes another deep drink from the whiskey bottle before letting out a heavy sigh.
“Brother was right.” She thinks to herself. “I endeavour to force the hand that is upon my back and that has gently nudged me to here. I try to force that which is already written and no good will come from that.”
She holds the bottle by the neck with two fingers, letting it dangle in the dieing fire’s glow.
“It is time for me to stop straining against the path that is before me and let events happen.” She muses then let’s out a chuckle.
“But there is one task I must complete to rest this heavy weight upon my shoulders. Then I can rejoin my family.” She thinks to herself as she puts down the bottle and picks up quill and parchment, writing out a short note.
The woman takes another deep drink from the whiskey bottle before letting out a heavy sigh.
“Brother was right.” She thinks to herself. “I endeavour to force the hand that is upon my back and that has gently nudged me to here. I try to force that which is already written and no good will come from that.”
She holds the bottle by the neck with two fingers, letting it dangle in the dieing fire’s glow.
“It is time for me to stop straining against the path that is before me and let events happen.” She muses then let’s out a chuckle.
“But there is one task I must complete to rest this heavy weight upon my shoulders. Then I can rejoin my family.” She thinks to herself as she puts down the bottle and picks up quill and parchment, writing out a short note.