An official eulogy drifted down like a fallen leaf, and the sky dissolved into a curtain of rain.
This rain was the grief of the entire nation, falling with precision upon every inch of Daxia's territory.
The threads of rain were woven with sorrow, wrapped in woe, and steeled with a lingering, uncooled hatred, but the densest of all was an indomitable resentment that could never be dissolved.
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