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... ashing over the damp earth.
It was somewhere within fall, winter was fast approaching.
The trees stood with visible branches, their last leaves torn away by the cold.
The rainfall was heavy.
By logic everyone should’ve been inside their homes enjoying its warmth but a lone figure stood withstanding the cold onslaught of the rain.
Augusta stood by two graves in the cemetery, her expression was blank and detached.
To her, the harsh rain was much warm ...
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