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The rain fell in a slow, steady rhythm, whispering through the skeletal branches of twisted trees. It soaked the earth, turned stone to shadow and drowned even the faintest sound of footsteps in the gloom. The cemetery, cloaked in darkness, lay forgotten at the edge of the city, a place time had abandoned. Cracked headstones jutted from the ground like broken teeth, their engravings worn smooth by age and sorrow. Beneath the weight of the storm, a single figure stood still. A black cloak billowed around her, clinging to her frame as the wind pulled at the hem. The hood concealed her face in shadow, the faint shimmer of silver at her hip the only hint of the weapons she carried beneath. She stood before a grave, unmoving, the name on the tombstone washed clean by rain and time. Only the date remained visible. Only the silence remembered.