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... h the iron gates and the manor had fallen into a dense, grieving silence, Eira returned to her room. The silence there felt different. Heavy. Still. She changed out of her black funeral gown, slipping into a simpler robe, and sank into the armchair by the tall window. Outside, the sky hung low and grey, like the heavens, too, had entered mourning.
A quiet knock broke the silence. The door creaked open, and a house-elf stepped in with a solemn bow. It was an older elf, the wrinkles beneat ...
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