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... them, crying.
The devil was crying.
No one moved. No one spoke.
The snowflakes landed softly on his dark hair and shoulders, but he didn’t seem to feel anything.
He looked like a statue carved from grief. His back was hunched, his breath heavy and raw. The soft crunch of snow under his knees was the only sound in the dead silence.
Time felt frozen, like even the wind held its breath.
His coat hung open, letting the cold bite through the layers. But ...
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