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... were bathed in gold as the sun rose.
Grace knelt before them, her white dress pooling around her knees in the moist grass, and clasped her tiny hands together. She'd repeated this same prayer every day for the last three years, to where it now spilled out from her lips on its own.
"Mother, Father," she whispered, her voice carrying nothing but warmth. "Please, watch over me today, too."
A gust of wind rushed past Grace like a hand on her shoulder. It stirred her long whi ...
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