The sun hung low in the sky, a warm palette of oranges and pinks bleeding into the fading blue, as James Brace sat at the edge of the lake ...
James traced his fingers through the cool earth at his feet, feeling the grit of the sand mingle with the dampness of the surrounding air. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to breathe slowly, deliberately, as if attempting to inhale the solace offered by this peaceful scene. Yet, the tranquility came layered with ghosts he could not escape.
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