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Roman squeezed the girl and took a deep breath. "Your mother is dead," he said straight out. "She will go to the ancestors of the winds." Then he was silent.
Andra felt her father's tears fall on her hair. She was crying softly, too, clutching his arm tightly.
"My little girl, just cry, just cry," she heard him say. His deep voice sounded comforting in her ear.
There was an oppressive silence in the Shari-Chorten. Everyone knew how strong the love bond between Roman and Alea had been, which had now suddenly been broken. So surprising, overwhelming and devastating - for everyone a reminder of the vulnerability of happiness. A terrifying hint of fate, in the face of which every human being had to humbly bow in its little helplessness. Zaizura had demonstrated her power!
In the main room of the temple, Alea's body was laid out in front of the altar. Her body had been wrapped in a red cloth from which only h
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