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... ground was firm and lined with frost that cracked lightly as Vencian crossed the graveyard. He carried a small bundle of flowers, held with care, as he moved through the arranged stones.
He reached Caesor’s grave first. The marker was taller and better kept than most, standing in the line of family burials. Vencian looked at the name engraved there.
In truth, he had never met the man, only seen him through the traces of memory that did not belong to him alone.
He placed t ...
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