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... grounds as mourners, dressed in black, gathered beneath the grey sky. Faces were etched with sorrow, their eyes heavy with loss. Han stood among them, silent, his expression unreadable as the weight of the moment pressed down on him.
They were all here to mourn those who had fallen in the Red Vanguard attack. It had only been two days, yet the pain still felt raw—like a fresh wound that refused to close.
A solemn prophet stood at the head of the field, speaking sacred words that ...
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