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Faithful One


You tend these graves, nearly hidden by trees, sand, and rocks. The candles remain lit, and always there are signs you've been by. I've yet to meet you, though I pass this way often.

I see only the dog, and I leave it food and water, but it shows no signs of ill-use. Surely you care for it as you honor the dead over which it keeps watch.

May the gods bless your tender care of the departed.