Threads of Fate Unravelling - 6

Standing atop the mountain, Angus took in the solemn surroundings, strolling around the cabin that bore the weight of secrets. The air hung heavy with untold tales, and his every step seemed to echo with the mysteries concealed within the timeworn walls.

His gaze, a compass seeking answers, finally settled upon the freshly dug grave nestled beneath the shadows of pines—a silent testament to secrets yet unravelled.

With a contemplative air, Angus mused aloud to the empty air, his words carried away by the mountain breeze. "What do you think?" 

The only response was the whispered rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of a hidden stream. The mountain, a stoic sentinel, remained resolute, revealing no secrets to the man who sought solace in its heights.