Brent shook Erro’s hand from his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Brent.”
Brent looked up at the older boy, and suddenly his face crumpled and he looked away, wiping at his eyes.
The funeral was an excruciating affair. All of the villagers came to pay their respects to their youngest fallen neighbor. Fiona’s tears fell in a constant stream as the dirt was replaced, bouncing off the tiny coffin with a horribly hollow sound. The villagers filed by, dropping flowers and handmade dolls and hand-carved wooden trinkets beside the stone th...
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