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Chapter 50: The Farewell

Author: Skylark
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-25 01:32:20

The casket was empty.

There were no bones, no ashes, no cold hand to hold one last time. Just a charred gold ring recovered from a hole in the wreckage—Judah Carlstone’s wedding band. It had survived what he hadn’t. It was all they had.

The ceremony was held at the Langley headquarters—closed to the public, but dense with silence, loss, and secrets never to be told. Fedora sat motionless between her mother and Judah’s mother, her hands trembling in her lap. The twins were back in Dallas with Jenny. Too young to understand. Too innocent to carry the weight of grief.

When the director stepped forward, every eye turned.

“Agent Judah Carlstone died in active duty,” he began, voice firm but choked with reverence. “There is no recovered body. No remains to lay to rest. But what was found… was his ring. His mark of commitment. His vow.”

He opened a small velvet box on the podium and held it up. The gold was blackened in places, the inscription inside barely legible: My love, Fedora.

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