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Chapter Twenty-One: Silver Sky

    Chapter Twenty-One: Silver Sky


    Eris arrivedte to our date.


    Of course, I had anticipated that and acted ordingly. I had put the pie in the oven twenty minuteste, practiced slicing meat with my new dagger, and spent time filling more contracts while waiting for her. I had so much work to do with theing civil war, and each second counted.


    At least Eris had changed clothes for the asion, abandoning her nun outfit for a golden wool sweater, a ck skirt reaching all the way to her ankles, and a white scarf. It was a nice outfit, the kind one would wear at home or outside on holidays. I liked it. It would make our date feel more casual, almost rxing.


    Whats cookin, good lookin? Eris teased me on arrival. Smells good to me.


    A fish pie prepared with rye with a dash of pork, cheesecake, and a salmon sd, I replied as I loaded the food tters onto our ship. Plus honeyed drinks and pastries.


    Robin, you devil, are you trying to tempt me into ruining my slim figure? Eris put a hand on her waist as she examined our dates chosen location. And what kind of boat is this?


    I couldnt me her for being surprised. Marikas newest creation was a strange and beautiful marvel, a long and sleek gond of dark mahogany wood. A colossal, essence-reinforced silky balloon envelope filled with hot air was tethered to it by an intricate system of ropes and pulleys. A delicate alchemical furnace of steel and brass glittered at the stern alongside a helix, pipes rising from its surface to connect to the balloon. I had set up a small wooden table for us to eat and cushions to sit on.


    The fantastical kind, I replied while checking the sky. The day was almost done and the sun would soon vanish beyond the horizon. Perfect timing. Now, if mydy would take a seat.


    I gantly offered my hand to Eris, which she took into her own with a lightugh. Her fingers were smooth to the touch and smelled of mint perfume. She had put on skin oils. I took it as a good sign.


    Did Marika build it? Eris asked with giddy curiosity. She sat on her cushion like a queen on her throne, her gaze wandering around to inspect every area of the ship.


    She did most of the work, though Colmar and I put in our fair share. I pointed at the silky balloon. I reinforced the envelope with iron essence myself, to increase its durability.


    Oh? Eris scratched her cheek slightly. So if the balloon explodes, I will have you to me for it?


    I wouldnt be looking forward to that oue if I were you, I replied as I took my ce next to her. After lifting the ships anchor, I pulled the furnace''s lever. See for yourself.


    The alchemical engine let out a roar as the runestones within it heated up. Colorful fumes erupted from its pipes and filled the balloon with grant steam. The boat shook beneath us, its weight shifting, and the docks sank into the waters below.


    Or at least, it looked that way to me. A nce over the handrail showed that the world around us hadnt changed one bit; instead, our ship had moved higher.


    No way Eris put a hand on her mouth, her eyes widening in excitement. She looked on with amazement as the boat levitated above the water. Incredible


    I chuckled. You havent seen anything yet.


    I lowered more levers, the silk balloon growing and straining under the pressure building up within itself. The ship floated up, slowly but inevitably. We ascended past house windows and the faces of astonished neighbors, and then we moved over roofs the next. The helix at the ships back turned on itself, pushing us forward.


    This was nothing like a bird flying, nor like a fast-paced race atop a pegasus. It was a peaceful, gentle promenade with the asional bump. While we were skidding on winds rather than water currents, I would hardly call the experience different than a normal gond trip. At least, until I nced over at the tapestry of colors called Snowdrift sprawling beneath us.


    Even though I had carefully sold away part of my fears of heights, seeing the city under us filled me with both dread and excitement. The world looked so wonderful from the heavens above; but should I fall over by ident, the view from halfway down wouldnt seem so beautiful.


    The sea of tents forming outside the city walls only added to its color. Local nobles had answered Rnds call to arms by sending their troops. Our infrastructure struggled to adapt to this sudden influx of neers, so most of them had to stay outside Snowdrift for the time being.


    Eris didnt share my fear of heights. She was smiling ear to ear, her hand raised in an attempt to catch passing clouds. She giggled to herself when a small raven passed by us.


    Do you take <em>all </em>your dates to the heavens, Robin? Eris breath turned into mist as she spoke. For a reason that escaped me, the higher we ascended, the colder the air became.


    Only naughty nuns and holy virgins, I teased her.


    Youre a few years toote for thest part. She winked at me with a mischievous smirk. But perhaps not for the naughty part.


    Duly noted, I replied with the same flirtatious tone. Besides, arent holy men and women said to ascend to the Goddess side when they die?


    Thats what folktales say, but pure or dirty we all end up in the Soulforge. Death treats us all equally. Eris nced over the ships handrail. How far up can it go?


    Two miles so far, I replied. Colmar believes we can raise the bar to three, maybe four, though I would prefer to increase the ships size rather than its altitude.


    Wise, Erismented. Do you know whats the mostmon job in Erebia?


    Porters. I had done my research. Horses arent well-suited for the mountainous terrain.


    Of course you would know, cunning Merchant that you are. Eris let out puffs of mists from her mouth, trying to shape them into circles. You cant fathom how tiresome the Arcane Abbeys logistics are in the region. A wingboat service would corner the delivery market in no time.


    I had considered that possibility too. This new technology would revolutionize countless markets. However, I had the feeling it would mostly see military applications in the near future. Rnd and I had already discussed using this device for scouting, reconnaissance, and infiltration.


    Wingboat? I repeated, slightly amused by the term.


    What did <em>you </em>intend to call it? Eris met my gaze. An <em>airship</em>?


    I scowled immediately. You make it sound ridiculous.


    Oh my, you <em>were </em>going to call it an airship! Eris shook her head in mock disappointment. Thats just inzy, Robin.


    I prefer to call it <em>efficient</em>, I replied while drawing my dagger to cut the food. Besides, do you see wings on this boat?


    True, but balloon-boat doesnt ring well to my ears. Eris raised an eyebrow upon seeing my weapon. Is that a new dagger?


    I broke the first one against Chastel, I confessed while slicing the fish pie. Im still trying to infuse it with fire essence the way you did with thest one.


    Good luck. It took me years of practice to seed. Eris grabbed the salmon sd bowl for herself. But then again, I couldnt bribe my way to sess yet.


    I chuckled. Yet?


    I gosh rushshtones Eris swallowed her food with a loud gulp, sparing me the need to trante. Its much easier to practice essence transfer with high-quality Iremian runestones. They cost their weight in gold, but theyre worth every coin.


    I believed her. Irem had earned its reputation as the foremost center of the witchcrafting arts. Most modern essence-based technologies originated from their desert cities and sorcerous academies. Perhaps I will visit it next, once peace returns to Archfrost, I said. It should be easy to find a retired witchcrafter willing to sell me their skills. The whole country is full of them.


    Eris shook her head. If you ask me, you should leave for the Everbright Empire.


    Oh? That wouldnt have been my first choice, though I admit I was a bit curious to see Thereses homnd. Whys that?


    Because it offers many opportunities for a talented Merchant such as you, and the Rogue lives there too. Im sure the two of you would hit it off. Eris let out a moan of pleasure upon tasting my fish pie. So good.


    Thank you, I said. Arent the Rogue and I meant to be rivals though?


    Rival sses arent natural enemies, Eris replied. Both the Rogue and the Merchant fight for justice and themon people. Its just their methods that differ. The Merchant stands with thew, the Rogue distrusts it.


    So we oppose each other.


    Or you <emplete </em>each other. Its all a question of perspective.


    She might have a point. While I strongly believed the world needed fairws and proper rulership, I had seen enough corruption in Ermeline to not ce my full faith in either. When corrupt authorities wrote the rules, sometimes fighting for themon good meant bing a criminal.


    Still, I would always favor reforming institutions over tearing them down. The Walbourg rebellion had shown the perils of violent revolution. Themon man deserved better than being sacrificed in the name of ephemeral ideals.


    Have you ever heard of rut, mate, kill? Eris suddenly asked me in between two bites.


    I havent, I confessed.


    Its a beastman game, Eris exined. I name a person, and you must say whether you would rather sleep with them, marry them, or kill them.


    I suppressed augh. Doesnt the second option include the first by default?


    Not always, it doesnt, Eris mused. Come on, Robin, its a silly game. Dont look too much into it.


    Fine, fine, Ill indulge you. I sipped a cup of warm tea. This one came from the Everbright Empire andcked the fruity Seukaian vor I hade to love deeply. I couldnt wait for imports to resume again. You can start.


    How gant. Eris grinned in delight. Marika?


    My, she went straight for the jugr. Rut, then mate.


    No cheating, Robin. Eris wagged her finger at me. You can only pick one.


    I sighed and considered the matter. It was surprisingly difficult. I did find Marika desirable as a woman, but I favored her friendship andpany over any short-lived pleasure. Mate.


    Mersie?


    <em>Mate</em>, I thought. Rut, I said.


    Did you do thatst night? Eris put a hand on my arm and whispered conspiratorially into my ear. Confess your sins to me, Robin. Youll feel better afterward.


    I <em>knew </em>it was just an excuse to gather gossip. Yeah, we spent the night together, I confessed. She left in the morning without a word.


    Eris smirk faded away, though she didnt look all that surprised. She didnt pester me for details, though I did give them by myself. It was nice to have a listening ear.


    It was good while itsted, I said. But I dont think well work as a couple. Not now, perhaps not ever. Mersie has her own demons to fight.


    Dont we all? Eris nced at the iing twilight. The sun had started descending behind the horizon, slowly spreading a red taint across the sky. You know, Robin, Ivee to a conclusion over the years: each persons life is a road.


    I listened without a word, basking in the warm sunlight. I squinted upon noticing a shadow passing over the horizon and moving north. I mistook it for a bird at first, until I noticed the four silver legs and hooves.


    Was that Silverine? I didnt know she had recovered enough to fly. Not to mention that she appeared to carry a rider on her back, who could only be ire. What was she doing at this hour so far away from the castle at this hour?


    Eris voice drew me out of my thoughts. Sometimes those roads cross and meet, she said. They can align for years on end, but inevitably, theyll start to diverge at one point. The people walking them change with each bump on the path. You can spend a lifetime with someone, until one day you look at them and realize theyre no longer the person you used to know.


    Or they stayed the same, I whispered. But youre the one who changed without realizing it.


    Thats life, Robin. Eris shrugged. Be happy that it happened, but dont look back. The past is dead. All that exists is straight ahead.


    Im not sure I agree. I nced at the mountains on the horizon, and the icy peaks of Archfrost. My homnd I had left a decade ago, only to return to now. You cant outrun your past.


    And what will it do other than bring you down with regrets and nostalgia? Eris shrugged and forced a smile onto her lips. Anyway, lets go back to the truly important subject. Colmar?


    Our current discussion made her feel ufortable, and she wasnt ready to open up yet. I supposed I should give her time. We didnt know each other all that well yet, after all.


    Mate, I replied without hesitation. Rut was heavilypromised, and killing was out of the question. I liked him too much.


    That is so cute. Eris grabbed her own cup. Soraseo?


    Mate. Same reasoning as Marika.


    Good answer. Cortaner?


    I would say kill, but its more of a pass than anything.


    Rnd?


    I considered it a bit longer. I didnt feel attracted to himor by men in generalbut he was nice enough. Mate, I suppose?


    Erisughed so hard she spit out her drink. You know, she said while wiping her lips, when I asked him that question, he gave a very different answer.


    I had an inkling as to what Rnd said, which made me a little ufortable. Is he


    Fucking his squire? Eris shrugged her shoulders. Of course he is.


    As I thought. Arent you supposed to keep everybodys secrets, Eris?


    I am, but Rnd is doing a poor job of keeping his own. Eris looked away, her expression suddenly darkening. He doesnt show it, but he feels terribly lonely. He needs friends.


    Ill do my best to help him, I promised for both his sake and Thereses.


    Guess its my turn then. Eris crossed her legs. Shoot.


    If you insist, I replied with amusement. I supposed we should continue with the theme of heroes. Marika?


    Rut.


    Alright Soraseo?


    Rut.


    Colmar?


    Rut.


    <em>She cant be serious. </em>I squinted at Eris. Cortaner?


    She smirked back at me. Rut.


    Cortaner? I repeated, utterly shocked. <em>Cortaner</em>?! Does his armor even make that possible?


    Im open to all experiences and I have no standards whatsoever, Eris joked back. As for the armor, I say he would have an easier time performing than Colmar.


    Point taken, I replied with a scoff. Neferoa?


    Rut, <em>savagely</em>, Eris answered with stars in her eyes. Again.


    My Goddess, she spoke from experience. You slept with the Bard?


    She swept me off my feet the moment we met, Eris replied wistfully. You wouldntst two hours in her presence.


    Now I was <em>deeply </em>curious about meeting Neferoa. Our generations Bard sounded like arger-than-life personality. How did someone like you end up a nun, Eris?


    I didnt join the priesthood, I was born into it, Eris replied with a shrug. My mother was a priestess, my dad a priest. These things arent supposed to happen, but since when have rules stamped out human desires?


    I didnt need a memo to read between the lines. She was a bastard, much like ire. You were born in a convent?


    Indeed I was. Eris set her empty te aside. We had already finished dinner. Ive spent most of my existence cloistered, so Im trying to make up for lost time.


    That exined a lot. I wondered if the Wanderers mark chose her because of her inner desire to explore the world and enjoy all the pleasures once denied to her. Her predecessors could never stay in one ce for long either.


    Did the food help? I asked her after finishing my own te.


    Well, Ive never had dinner two miles above ground. Eris smiled warmly. Of all the dates Ive shared with a boy, this one might top them all.


    For now, I replied charmingly. The next date will be even better.


    Erisughed, which I took as a very good sign. There <em>would </em>be a second date.


    If I may ask, how did you learn of a beastman game? I questioned her.


    Colmar isnt the only beastman, at least formerly, among our ranks. Eris pointed at the northern mountains, which marked the frontier between Archfrost and the vast, icy wastnds ruled by the beastmen tribes. Theres another hero fighting his own battles far beyond those piles of rocks. Hes quite friendly, if extremely shy.


    I would like to meet him. My stomach soured as a heavy thought crossed my mind. Eris?


    Yes, my dear Robin?


    How do you think mankind could make peace with the beastmen?


    Eris straightened up. I half-expected her to joke about the matter, but she gave the subject a considerable amount of thought.


    I dont know, she admitted after a while. Why the question?


    As far as I remember, Ive been raised in fear of beastmen invasions. Archfrost had spent all of its existence either repelling raiders or hordesing from the north, to the point previous kings fortified every inch of the border. I never truly questioned it. As far as everyone was concerned, they were the enemy. Demon servants.


    She met my gaze. From your tone, I guess youve reconsidered?


    I did. Colmars journal, from the cruelties he encountered to the truth about how beastmen were born, had already shaken my prior assumptions. Hearing about Florences sad tale only increased my doubts. No matter what crimes shemitted, her son should never have been in by virtue of his birth alone.


    I wondered how many beastmen had suffered from simr treatment and if it helped fuel the animosity between our species.


    I dont have a ready-made solution, Robin, Eris admitted. If there was one, someone would have implemented it already. However She marked a short pause as she tried to find the right words. Have you heard of Sanctuaries?


    Of course. Although I wondered what they had to do with beastmen rights.


    When you think about it, the frontier between Sanctuaries and Blights is very thin, Eris pointed out. Both are ces infused with human emotions. One is considered a blessing and the other a curse, but they both arise from the same source.


    I crossed my arms and mulled over her words. What was she getting at?


    Now, consider anger, Robin. Anger motivates people when they are confronted with injustice. It sharply reminds them when another vites their rights and boundaries. Would you call anger evil then?


    No, I conceded. It was that same anger that convinced me to take a stand against Ermelines corruption, and then the Knots abuse. But if one leans into anger too much, it devours them from within.


    Like how hatred had consumed Florence from within until she began to kill innocent people.


    But in both cases, its the same emotion, Eris insisted. There is no fundamental difference between a blessing and a curse, only different perspectives. One mans hell is anothers paradise. Ones hero is anothers enemy.


    I scoffed in skepticism. Who would think Belgoroth is a hero?


    My, my. Eris joined her hands, a sad scowl spreading on her face. But himself, of course.


    You think he still believes himself the rightful Knight, deep down? I squinted at the fading twilight. Even as he burns cities and wages war on the very world he was meant to protect?


    Look around you, Robin. Eris waved a hand at the city below us. On one shore stood the ck Keep and noble households, and poor slums on the other. The contrast was all the more startling from above. I mean no offense to ire, but why does she get to live in a castle, while another girlnguishes in a small shack? Does it sound just to you?


    No. Nobility is a failed concept. I liked individual nobles, but not the system as a whole. But disliking something is not a reason to tear it all down at the cost of innocent lives.


    Perhaps not, but think about it. Eris scratched the mark on her cheek. Our sses have been around for, what, seven hundred years? Maybe longer? For all the good theyve done, we still have war, poverty, famines, and herpes.


    No magic in the world can change human nature, I pointed out.


    Maybe its a lesson Belgoroth refused to learn, Eris replied. Or maybe, just maybe, he woke up one day and realized he had lost all faith in his fellow man.


    Perhaps Eris meant it as sarcasm, but her point did give me pause nheless. I remembered vividly the rage in Rnds eyes whenever the subject of Florence, the Knots, or the Walbourg rebels came up. His fury came from a good ce, yet I wondered if he could temper it with wisdom.


    Mayhaps the same seed of darkness that corrupted Belgoroth slumbered within Rnds heart.


    After all I had nearly bought a soul myself, like the Devil of Greed before me. I tried that without understanding the consequences because I wanted to understand my power better. I tried to bend thews of life and death for the sake of my own curiosity.


    And while I told myself I would have used that power for a good cause over time, it would have corrupted me. Somewhere down the line, it would have been easy to stop seeing people as people and instead just as assets to manipte. Humans would have be just another product with a price tag attached.


    None of us heroes were infallible.


    Its all about different perspectives, I figured out. Thats what you mean to tell me. If we are to achieve peace with the beastmen, we must first understand things from their point of view. Otherwise, nopromise will hold.


    You catch on quickly, handsome, she teased me.


    Honestly, youre not teaching me anything new, I mused. I figured out the need to understand others mindsets a <em>long </em>time ago. Still, Im thankful for the reminder. Youre a lot wiser than you let on, Miss Brra.


    My, thank you, Robin. Eris put a hand on the handrail. Now I wont feel guilty about doing <em>this</em>.


    Doing wh


    Eris had jumped overboard before I could finish my sentence.


    I stared at the empty spot she used to upy for a few seconds, my mind struggling to process what just happened. Then my heartbeat suddenly quickened. I rushed to the handrail and stared into the void. I could only see a vanishing point growing smaller and smaller as it approached the ground.


    Eris! I shouted in rm. That insane fool! ERIS!


    By the time Eris vanished from my sight I heard a familiar sound behind me, followed by a cloud of smoke and the boat shaking from a sudden increase in weight. My head snapped to my side, my hands shaking with rage.


    Aha! Haha! Eris held her sides and struggled not to choke fromughter. You you should see your face!


    You madwoman! I was aghast. Even with her power, an error in her timing would have killed her! You you


    Come on, Robin, Im <em>fine</em>. Eris pinched my cheek as if I were an amusing child. Her fingers felt cold, though warmer than the chilly air around us. A, were you worried about dear old me?


    Of course I was. I squinted at her. I should have added a safety rope for children.


    Silly Robin, dont be like that. Eris hands moved to both sides of my head, her eyes shining with mischief. Is there any way I could make it up to you?


    Depends, I said with a smug smirk. My hand moved to her chin, raising it up slightly. Youve been a naughty girl, Eris and an even naughtier nun. Im not sure you deserve a return trip back to Snowdrift.


    Cant I bribe you, oh Merchant? Eris moved closer, until I could feel her warm, misty breath on my lips. Unfortunately, I dont have any coins on me right now


    My hand moved to her back and pulled her closer. I could settle for a payment in kind


    That can be arranged


    Our lips met in a passionate embrace. Eris were warmer to the touch than her fingers and tasted of mint. Her arms moved to encircle my neck as we cuddled, a jolt traveling down my spine as we did.


    The kiss was briefer and less intimate than the one I shared with Mersiest night, but no less pleasant.


    I guess its time that we I grinned ear to ear, <em>deeply </em>proud of myself. Rock the boat.


    Eris exploded intoughter and then kissed me again.


    Making love two miles above ground proved to be an exhrating experience, if somewhat nerve-wracking. Eris identally ended up kicking a te overboard at one point. I hoped it hadnt fallen on anyone.


    By the time we finished, night had long since fallen and I had the boatnd in the forests near Snowdrift. It took a while to find a t clearing without too many trees getting in the way.


    Well, that was pleasant, Eris said as she pulled up her skirt in ce and then trimmed her messy hair with her hands. Especially that thing with your tongue.


    They dont teach that at the Arcane Abbey? I jested. I used a rope to bind the boat to a nearby tree, to make sure it didnt float off by ident. I didnt think it would stay put for too long, but better safe than sorry. Im disappointed.


    No, but they do teach us how to y as the innocentmbs, Eris joked back. I pray you found my y convincing.


    I did. Eris was a lot more into kinky roley than any other woman Id been with. She managed to y the virginal, innocent nun ravished against her will quite convincingly. I admit it brought some spice to the whole endeavor. I should try something like that again.


    It helped me forget Mersie and move on. Eris had a point. I couldnt let nostalgia blind me to the future.


    Whynd in a forest of all ces? Eris whistled yfully as she jumped out of the boat. Do you want to go on a promenade?


    I have something to do before I return to Snowdrift. Or rather, someone to meet. Do you want toe along?


    Maybe another time. Eris smile grew thinner, more embarrassed. Dont take this the wrong way, Robin, but Im not looking to settle down anytime soon. Not with you or anyone else.


    My blood ran cold. I had feared she would say that. So this was a one-time thing?


    What are you saying? Eris stared at me as if I had gone mad. You promised me an even better second date. Of course Ill hold you to your oath. Well keep having fun as friends.


    Wow, she was sending me a <em>lot </em>of mixed signals. Few friends sleep together, Eris.


    Only the very good ones do, Eris replied jokingly. We both have a few of them on our side.


    In other words, neither of us should care about whom the other would sleep with. Our rtionship would be a friendship with a few more perks and nomitment of any sort, at least for now.


    Sure. I could live with it, though I wasnt giving up on finding someone to settle with. Lets be very close friends then.


    Onest thing. Eris put a hand on her slim waist. Im not your mistress; youre my lover. An important distinction.


    I see no fundamental difference. I threw her words back at her with a smirk. Only different perspectives.


    It was a lie. I knew what Eris meant. She didnt want to feel owned or tied down to anyone, even verbally.


    Eris smiled wickedly. See you around, my dear Merchant. Ill be back soon.


    She vanished, the smoke cloud she left behind simply carried away by the night wind.


    I admit the date left me with a bittersweet feeling. A different kind than with Mersie. I liked mindless fun now and then, but I would prefer it if the person who slept next to me would stay for the morning.


    Oh well. One day. One day I would find the right person. I just needed to be patient.


    I chased Eris away from my mind and walked north. I had caught a glimpse of a structure on our way down, sitting on a barren hill. I made my way there, soon walking past a half-destroyed, partially overgrown stone wall. Sagging rusted gatesy open in the night air and led into a courtyard.


    I found Silverine eating grass nearby. She gave me a nod of recognition, half a dozen stitches keeping as many wounds closed. A metal contraptionsome kind of splint from what I could tellkept her left wing in ce.


    You shouldnt be flying in your state, I scolded her. Colmar was an excellent healer and Silverine a strong beast, but she still needed rest.


    Silverine made a strange rueful sound, as if scolding me for being a worrywart, and then turned her head to the side in the direction of a monasterys crumbling ruins. Sometimes I wondered how smart these animals were and how much they understood us.


    The moonlight showed hints of a broken tower standing next to a copsed pile of stone. ire was in the courtyard, sitting near a tombstone with arge basket in her hands. I counted dozens of them around us, all identical pieces of white stone except for the one in front of our countess. That one was taller and made of white marble rather thanmon stone.


    ires head snapped in my direction upon hearing me approach.


    Robin? she sighed in relief, her fears of an assassin ambush swiftly dispelled. What are you doing here?


    Following you, what else? I stared at the tombstone. I didnt need to read the name to know who it was meant to honor. Is this


    Its my mothers grave, yes. ire gazed at the dozen other tombstones with a somber look. And all the people who died in that fire.


    <em>She cried on her way here</em>, I thought upon observing her red-rimmed eyes. My gaze wandered to her basket. It held far more flowers than one grave would warrant. diolus, tulips, lilies of the valley it must have cost a fortune to gather such a bouquet. <em>Theyre meant for everyone, not just her mother.</em>


    Do you want help? I asked. <em>For the tombstones and for yourself.</em>


    I Her scowl turned into a small, warm smile. I wouldnt mind.


    I grabbed some flowers from the basket and startedying them to rest near the graves.


    The night had only begun.
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