The Weight of Sorrow
The sound was unlike anything Andrew had ever heard—long, low, and filled with aching sadness. It reverberated through the twisted trees, a vibration that sank into his bones. For a moment, Andrew forgot his fear. His chest tightened as though the animal’s grief had been poured into him, heavy and suffocating. It wasn’t just a noise. It was raw emotion, echoing through the dark forest like sorrow itself, demanding to be felt.
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