Jexa sat at the grave.
It was perfectly maintained.
The grass was a carpet.
The white marble tombstone sat wreathed in a crown of white rose bushes.
Father had kept it this way. Jexa had helped.
Clumsy at first. She didn’t understand what she was doing..Silently watching her master...
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