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Flowers laid atop the grave. Queen's Heart flowers. They glowed brightly under the light of the full moon, still that characteristic vibrant red. The others had remembered. As though anyone who knew could forget. Bernard knelt down, slowly, to gently pick one of the flowers up between his...

fa-play fa-pause The nightmares had started. Efret sat on a rock bench overlooking the sand garden, the robe she rarely wore draping off the back. A few feet ahead of her, a mandala slowly traced itself in the tan grains. The meditative monotony wasn’t helping. She should have known it...