Third-Person POVJordan slammed a fist straight into Ivan's face. The two tumbled onto the ground, locked in a violent brawl."Get lost." Abbie finally raised her head, her gaze cold as ice.Clutching his bruised cheek, Ivan looked at her in absolute disbelief."I said get lost!" Abbie pointed toward the exit, her voice breaking with pain. "Don't ruin his funeral!"Returning to the hollow workshop, Abbie found an ice-cold USB drive tucked right beneath Zac's pillow.As she plugged it into the laptop, she found it packed with videos of Zac's daily luthier craftsmanship from over the past five years.The very last clip was recorded on the day Zac died.In the video, even his hands were trembling violently as he tried to hold the wood plane."Today is my birthday, and I was diagnosed with ALS. I won't be able to grow old with her anymore. I want to finish this dulcimer as my final gift to her."Abbie shook uncontrollably, as if struck by lightning, What was she doing that very
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