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... mbrace their children stood frozen in grief, their hands reaching out to touch cold metal where once they had felt warm skin.

Fathers who had proudly sent warriors to the wall now received statues in return, their faces etched with the particular agony of outliving their children.

Brothers and sisters whose last words had been trivial arguments now found those petty disagreements weighing like mountains in their hearts, the chance for reconciliation forever lost.

A small ...

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