The sky was dark, and it was drizzling over at the graveyard on the outskirts of Jedburgh. Hera was dressed entirely in black as she
stood in front of a spotless tombstone. She stared at the photo on it quietly.
There was a bouquet of yellow roses by the tombstone, and its brilliant color made a stark contrast against the photo's dull colors.
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The woman in the photo wore a brilliant smile, and her name, Daphne Jones, was carved below it.
Hera had found Daphne's murderer, but she couldn't bring herself to feel any semblance of joy, especially more so when she
recalled what Lucius had said in prison. Resentment settled in her chest.
The rain grew heavier and dampened her hair, but she felt none of it. At that moment, a big black umbrella shielded her from the
rain. Then, someone put a coat with a lingering scent of cologne over her shoulders.
Hera blinked softly and turned around. What she saw was a handsface that resembled Tyler's to sextent. However, the
features looked different from Tyler's overly enchanting and flirtatious ones.
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Although this man also had fair skin, his eyes were brimming with a pureness that was free of the world's corruption. The man's
lips curled into a bright smile.
Hera frowned slightly. What was he doing here? There was no one in the graveyard when she came.
"Don't you remember me?" Harvey saw her frown and thought she had otten about him. He hurriedly introduced himself, "I'm
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