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... the weight of grief pressing down on everyone present.
The students sat in neat rows, dressed in black, their faces solemn as the wind rustled through the trees. The scent of earth and flowers mixed with the faint, lingering incense that burned near Savion Ilmari’s small casket.
As the officiator neared the end of his speech, the doors to the Great Hall opened once more, and a procession of Kibbers emerged, carrying trays of carefully arranged dishes.
The small, furred c ...
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