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... ful flakes. I stood at the edge of the crowd, clad in black as the funeral for Arno unfolded. The silence was only broken by the soft murmurs and occasional sobs that drifted through the air, each sound muffled by the gentle snowfall.
My gaze fell upon Athlea, who knelt by her brother’s casket, her face streaked with tears as she clutched the side of the wooden box as if trying to hold on to him, even as he was laid to rest.
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