Ritual

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It's finally here. The last day. It's raining, of course. How fitting.

They all feel it. The end. It's more difficult than they expected.

It's quiet before they go on. Each of them lost in their own thoughts. Their own memories. Six years worth.

Five minutes to go. They meet behind the stage. One last time. Their arms wrap around each other. A prayer is said.

The silence that follows is heavy. They all look to him in quiet gratitude. He offers a gentle 'thank you' in return.

They squeeze more closely together. Then they separate, two and three. To their own sides. To their final performance together.

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