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Cold wind blew birch trees faded leaves across the gray sky.
The boy lifted his gaze from flowers he had just set, his fingers covered in soil, the yellow and blue colors looked bright and vibrant in the middle of the gray world.
His blue eyes were damp and fogged over as he lifted a watering can pouring cold well water on the flowers as a tear glided down his cheek. The raven heads gaze fell on the stone right behind the flowers, on its smooth surface and the names engraved on it.
The breath that he let out quivered.