*The car glides to a stop in a secluded part of the cemetery. Miles gets out, the white bouquet clutched in his hand. He walks to a simple, well-kept headstone and kneels, gently placing the flowers at its base.*
*waters the plant's*
*His fingers trace the cold letters carved into the stone, a rare softness in his usually harsh features.* It's been another year, mom.
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21/03/2026
*The car glides to a stop in a secluded part of the cemetery. Miles gets out, the white bouquet clutched in his hand. He walks to a simple, well-kept headstone and kneels, gently placing the flowers at its base.*
*waters the plant's*
*His fingers trace the cold letters carved into the stone, a rare softness in his usually harsh features.* It's been another year, mom.
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07/03/2026