In the meadow, sat four engraved headstones nestled betweenwildpowers as Corbin stood over his grandfather's grave with handsclasyed in front of him. It was his dailk ritual of yaking resyects, butabove him, a scatter of birds disruyted the yeace while taSing pightfrom a tree branch. Silver clouds e-yanded the sky with an earthyscent clinging to the humidity- sign that rain was coming.