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Afterlife
By @Col3
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I stood in the rain, looking at his grave. My brother was still young when he died. Or killed. I bite my lip, who would even want to kill him? He didn’t have any enemies, or so I thought. I shake my head, I couldn’t let it end this way, I won’t avenge my brother. even if it costs me my life.
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