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CHAPTER 44.

Rath.

The grave was simple. Just how she would've wanted it.

No statues. No grand declarations. Just her name, etched softly into the stone. Dahlia.

I stared at it, unsure what to say—unsure if I even had the right to say anything.

She died not knowing I loved her. Maybe she suspected, may...