Tracing the Stone

The air felt cool... and suddenly, I could feel my own small knees resting against the patchy grass. I blinked. Everything was quiet under the dimming orange sky. Hesitantly, I reached out one hand... just a tiny bit. My fingertips brushed the rough, cool surface of the stone block standing right before me. Neat, carved black letters were stamped into its face. I tapped the letter T gently. It didn't move or make a sound. I pulled my arm back, feeling my chest rise and fall softly, staying right where I knelt.

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