Prologue

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It was her day...

She walks the isles like their Her own. Everyone is silent and the only thing you can hear is the music of the organ. She holds the rose her mother gave her to hold. As she reaches him she stare into his eyes. The older man says a sentence that she doesn't care to know.

"I do..." She whispers.

The rose withers away in her hands...

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