A man of about thirty or forty years old came to the end of the street. He cleaned himself up very well and broke off the most colorful branch of the tree next to him.
The man kept murmuring words that only he could hear clearly, with a sad smile on his face.
For a while, he looked up at the clouds dyed red by the sunset, outlining the face of his beloved.
He still remembered that the arrow that killed her came from his hand...
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