🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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The cemetery lay silent under a blanket of snow. It looked as if winter had put it into a deep sleep or wanted to hide all the suffering beneath its cloak. The white swallowed every sound, every step muffled, every movement slowed.
Only the wind rustled through the bare branches of the trees, causing the frozen twigs to clink softly—almost as if to show that the world was still turning despite everything. Eve slowly stepped through the small lattice gate of the old iron gate. It squeaked plaintively and drawn-out, for even the frost had not been able to silence the mournful voice of the old metal.
The ground beneath her feet was hard and smooth from the night's frost, which had settled like glass on a silent lake over the layer of snow. It was a peaceful scene, but the silence in this place was as heavy as a blanket of lead.
In her hands, she held a small, simple but lovingly bound bouquet. It consisted of pine branches, white Christmas roses and wintergreen with its red berries on dark branches.
The few narrow paths had disappeared under the blanket of snow.
Only the stones, many of them weathered and crooked, showed the way. The snow crunched under her boots, but she didn't have far to go. Under the blanket of snow, some graves were still visible, freshly dug—the earth had not yet had enough time to settle. Eve finally stopped at one of the six fresh graves.
The stone was inconspicuous and half covered by snow. Her fingertips brushed over the smooth surface, gently and carefully clearing away some of the white flakes and hardened frost. The wind tugged at her copper-red hair, which glowed like fire in the white, snowy landscape. Eve brushed the strands from her face.
She was no longer ashamed. Not of any of her scars, for they were witnesses to what she had survived. They were the seal of her strength. Even if the wounds slowly faded, she would always remain strong.
Eve lowered her eyes and listened for a moment to the pounding of her heart. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was as clear as it was sorrowful. The black fabric of her dress beneath her warm coat fluttered like a black flag in the gentle wind.
