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Samantha had only been to one funeral in her entire life. That of her mother. Even though she’d been young, she remembered the day more vivid than any of her other memories. The day she stopped believing in magic and fairy tales.
And now she accompanied Lilith to a funeral in a world full of magic, but even so, there were no fairy tales here either. Even though they knew he was sick, the reality of his departure was sudden, harsh, a shock to the system. From the moment Lilith got the news, she hadn’t been herself.
Sam brushed her hand along Lilith’s back, trying to give her some support as they marched through the swampy meadow that served as the burying grounds for the Will-O-Wisp. She wasn’t exactly sure where they were but they’d abandoned their cars at least twenty minutes ago.
