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This is the final piece that accompanies my previous drabbles Beginning and Middle.
One hour.
That was all he could manage, and trudging through the cobblestone now, he was surprised he had gotten this far at all. It hadn't gone as planned, he decided, but nothing ever did for him, did it? There was little to be said for his reasoning now, only that he needed to be here.
The daisy chain uncurled from his hands, looking as fresh as the moment they had picked them all those years ago, and it didn't take a second thought to remove the preservation charm, and loop it over her side of the tombstone.
He was ready.
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