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... d so obvious now. The Blooming Week was a time for mourning and there was only one person in the world who the triplets cared enough to visit.
The Blue Dahlia slept at the base of the twisted oak tree. Pink flowers blossomed on each branch as petals cascaded over the humble, lonely island where only the most honored souls were buried.
Not a single headstone was to be found. Instead, eternally lasting flower wreaths with the nameplate of the individuals name were placed atop their ...
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