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... t just rain; it mourned. Massive, bloated clouds hung low, suffocating the horizon in a shroud of bruised purple and charcoal. Below, tucked away from the neon pulse of the city, lay the Blackwood Cemetery. It was a place where the earth felt sour, and the air tasted of wet iron and rot.
Damien stood in the center of the graveyard, his leather trench coat soaked through, clinging to his frame like a second skin. Beside him, an ancient willow tree leaned at a precarious angle, its skeleta ...
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