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"Have you seen the girl that sells the flowers?" I asked, panic rising in my quiet voice.

"I'm sorry, she passed away last week. Truly a shame." The woman responded, shaking her head.

"How did she- What-" I stumbled over my words as I looked around the nearly empty village square.

The woman tugged at her skirts nervously. "I heard she starved. Her family struggled with money, they still do."

This really was my fault. If I didn't take so long to convince myself to come, I would've made it before it was too late.

I felt my heart break as I sat the emerald flowers down on the table. If only I was stronger.

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