RISING FROM THE ASHES
The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
Jota's entrance into the room was marked by a quiet presence, a shadow moving amidst the dimly lit space. His eyes met Samuel's as he approached, his expression a mix of regret and understanding.
He reached for a glass, mirroring Samuel's action as he poured himself some wine. The clinking of glass against glass was a subtle reminder of their shared struggles.
Jota's voice broke the silence, his question hanging in the air like a thread waiting to be pulled.
"Who did you have a fight with? Or any disagreements?" His words were measured, a gentle probe into the source of the tension that had fractured their camaraderie.
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