In Harford City, the sky was overcast—a dull, heavy gray that mirrored the solemnity of the day. The air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers, clinging to everything like a memory refusing to fade. The Moore family stood before the twin graves of Benjamin and Vivianne Moore. The marble headstones were tall, pristine, unyielding. Their names carved into stone remained untouched by time, yet they had shaped every second of Grayson’s life.Grayson stood still, a figure of icy composure, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his black long coat. His expression was unreadable, carved in stone like the names before him. Beside him, his grandfather Henry remained as rigid and dignified as ever, his gaze rooted on the graves with a heaviness age had not diminished. Behind them, Melissa, Hunter, and Natalie formed a quiet line—heads slightly bowed, postures respectful but distant.Every year, it was the same.The same rituals.The same hollow words of remembrance.The same unbearab
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