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No prayers. No speeches. Just hands, trembling and sore, digging through frost-bitten earth behind the old churchyard, under a twisted tree that still bloomed white flowers despite everything.
Talia.
Gone in seconds.
One bite. One scream.
Then silence.
And a promise I made with blood on my lips: “You won’t come back like them.”
The grave was shallow.
We had no choice.
The soil was hard.
The shovel broke halfway down ...
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