Quiet We Keep (Silent Timber)

They left the cabin on a morning that looked ordinary.No storm. No headlights on the spur. Only the quiet they had fought to hold, packed into two bags and the space between them in the truck.The mountain did not try to keep them. It simply watched them go, the way it had watched every other temporary thing that had ever passed through its trees. Behind them the porch light stayed off. The fire wa...