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... n mourning.
The Grantham family’s private cemetery, nestled atop a green hill, was quiet save for the soft patter of rain and the low murmurs of grief. The ceremony had ended, but no one moved. The small white coffin now rested beneath a bed of wilting flowers and rain-slicked soil.
Lunara hadn’t moved either.
Dressed in a black coat someone else had buttoned for her, with her hair pinned neatly back, she looked more like a statue than a woman. Her eyes were dry, but empt ...
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