By Sharvi Dhamdhere   - Grade 10 The boy sat concealed by a few jagged rocks in the dusty abode tucked against the spine of a tall mountain. Below him, the earth cracked from thirst and the weight of what had passed. Rifle clutched, he raised it to peer into the war-torn city below. Leo hadn’t fired in twelve days. Since then, the faces in his mind had multiplied. Ghosts that didn’t need names, only the weight of silence they left behind. Smoke curled upwards from the coll