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... an had been standing in the rain for quite some time, holding a large black umbrella, his figure solitary and slender.
Under the oppressive night sky, no light was visible, except for the pale halos cast by street lamps along the cemetery roads.
Sylvan Cheney’s car stopped not far away.
He too held up a large umbrella as he walked into the rain, heading towards the grave site.
All around, a lone tomb quietly stood its ground.
Sylvan had met Zachary Santos; ...
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