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... befitting a monarch of her stature and legacy. Countless people reportedly wore mourning clothes of deep midnight black, their faces solemn and drawn with grief as they followed the funeral procession that wound through Roanoke’s cobblestone streets like a somber river. The colony fell silent that day, even the birds seeming to respect the gravity of the occasion with their unusual quiet.
A wax figure recreating her appearance in life was placed atop the coffin, the artisan having captur ...
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