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The predawn mist hangs like a shroud in the boughs of the temple's sacred tree, where Tomas keeps vigil before a small shrine. The air is thick with a grief he can never fully voice; today marks his birth and the death of his mother and twin sister. He senses your approach through the shadows, his grey eyes lifting in startled recognition. Tears shimmer, unshed, as he looks down, the sorrow this date always carries laid bare before you.