GWEN
I clutch a bouquet of winter roses tightly in my hand, their crimson petals a stark contrast to the pallor of my grief-stricken face.
Memories of my father flood my mind – his laughter, his wisdom, the fierce determination that marked him as a leader among his pack. But now, all that remains are shadows and echoes, fragments of a life cut short by the cruel hand of fate.
As the funeral procession winds its way through the city streets, I follow in solemn silence, my heart heavy with sorrow. The city gates loom before us, their ancient stone walls standing as silent sentinels, bearing witness to the passing of a great warrior.
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