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... bare feet made contact with the cracked cobblestone that led out Horen’s home, he flicked his fingers lightly and pulled a white flower that nestled at the corner of the stairway.
In less than a second, the flower turned grey and shriveled before dispersing into the winds.
Aden’s fingers still remained in the delicately curved position that accommodated the stem. A small sigh left his lips as he walked out the home yard.
"I guess he doesn’t know," he whispered to himself ...
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