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- ', TAKE ME WITH YOU.

- ', TAKE ME WITH YOU

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˗ ˏˋ a day later. 'ˎ˗

A WAGON HELD A DIRTY BLANKET, a body draped underneath it

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A WAGON HELD A DIRTY BLANKET, a body draped underneath it. Navia's eyes followed the wagon being pulled by a black horse, taking the same path as her.

She sighed and shook her head slightly, for some reason, walking faster towards the Talbot as the cart followed behind.

Arriving at the Talbot she walked up towards the door, the man wearing a brown coat followed behind her, allowing the woman go knock on the door.

Navia's heart dropped as she stared at the man, already knowing this story her paced slowed as Roxy opened the door.

Roxy looked at the both of them confused, before looking behind at the wagon, pushing past them both and rushing towards it.

Navia swallowed the lump in her throat, following behind Roxy. Roxy wasted no time in pulling the blanket off, her face dimming as she saw who it was.

The woman who stood next to her hand immediately went to her mouth, hiding a gasp when the blanket was pulled off.

Sam's lifeless body was laid on a table, the three girls surrounding him. Navia's hand rested on Roxy's shoulder as she stroked her father's arm.

She knew what it was like to lose a parent, especially at a young age like Roxy's. Her eyes looked over at George, feeling sorry for the young girl.

The door opened and the three girls looked at it, a man emerging from the outside and into the main room, taking off his hat and placing it over his chest out of respect.

"Um. I'm sorry for knocking on your door." The man spoke, Navia and the two walking up to him confused.

"I work for Lord Blancheford. And-" He seems very hesitant to speak, Roxy shaking her head slightly. "And.?"

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