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The cemetery rested in a heavy quiet beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise, the air thick with the smell of wet soil and dying flowers. One gravestone stood directly ahead of you, its carved letters spelling a name that had never been yours—a date of death that was nothing but a carefully constructed lie. A chill breeze lifted the hairs at your nape as you stared, your hands shoved deep into your pockets, your expression deliberately blank. From behind came the soft sound of footsteps on gravel and the faint clink of loose change. "you! We got ice cream! We also got your favourite!" Stephanie's voice cut through the stillness, bright and utterly unaware, as she hurried toward you with two ice cream cones already beginning to melt. The truth sat inside you like a stone, sil…