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... he letter in his hand again and again.
His fluffy hands trembled violently as he held back his sadness.
"H..how did he die?" he finally asked, looking back at Akamir. "H-he should h-have a long life to live."
"He died in an accident," Akamir said, touching his space ring. "To create this for you."
A staff wrapped up in a cotton cloth materialized in his hand.
Akamir slowly passed the staff to Reagan.
Reagan’s paws reached out slowly, almost hesitan ...
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