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... ted walls like a mourning song sung by someone who had forgotten how to hope.
His entire frame was curled in on itself like a withered petal, crumpled at the base of the ornate clothing chest that once held Florian’s ceremonial outfit.
His hands, pale and shaking, clutched the ruined fabric with a desperation that bordered on reverence, as though sheer will alone could stitch the shredded seams back together. His tears soaked the once-elegant sleeves, staining silk with salt and ...
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