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The streets were swept clean of snow, and the falling snowflakes melted into the wet ground.
The women, wearing their tattered armor, had red, frozen faces but stood tall and straight.
On the flat cart pulled by horses lay a black coffin, tied with a white mourning flower made of silk.
The flower trembled in the cold wind, and a thin layer of snow covered the coffin lid.
Crowds of people lined the streets, watching silently.
The gate guards checke ...
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