By IMERPUS RELUR
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In the wasteland,
He found a single bone.
It pulsed.
Still alive.
It sang when he touched it.
> Not a hymn.
Not a cry.
But a heartbeat.
The bone whispered:
"I was never meant to die. I was only meant to carry."
Imer buried it.
And something inside him stood up.
Alive again.