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I counted the people who came to his grave- our grave, I counted the people who refused his last wishes. I counted my memories to Thetis in the dark, sobbing if my immortal ghost would ever let me. And then I counted the pieces of my shattered heart, mingling amongst the ashes of his. // OR Patroclus and Achilles, in the aftermath of their tragedy; united once more.
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