He built it, brick by brick.
Carved from boulders in the valley or stones found weathered by time… He stacked them. Each one a testament to his regrets.
He spent his life there, in those mountains, building walls to shut out the world he regretted not being a part of. The one he left when his wife was murdered.
He taught his son the art of isolation, sorrow, and disappointment. And, together, they worked on those walls.
When he died, his son continued the tradition, creating something so spectacular, it rivaled nearby castles.
He held fast to what he had been taught.
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