"Elijah!"
No answer. Only the howling of the hot wind, as if in mocking imitation of her desperate voice, cracked and hoarse now from screaming his name into the vast silence of the desert.
Slumping to the ground and clasping her knees she finally released the sobs that had been constricting her throat for so long. She had not dared to go too far and kept the stone circle in sight all the time, as if somehow its indifferent presence would bring Elijah back.
"Elijah..." Her crying choked her. She hated her weakness in crying, but she knew there was healing in it, so she let the tears flow.
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