Press Pass 88
A barren hilltop amidst the smoky haze; Hot wind searing the dried earth. Dust puffs across the knoll, between the two standing, staring. A gap beside them, a hole in their hearts. They speak.
A barren hilltop amidst the smoky haze; Hot wind searing the dried earth. Dust puffs across the knoll, between the two standing, staring. A gap beside them, a hole in their hearts. They speak.
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