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Until today, I never thought I could feel so numbโ€”so detached from everything around me. I stood in the middle of the cremation ground, my face blank, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. The heavy scent of burning wood filled the air, but it felt distant, as if I were watching the scene unfold from behind a thick, soundproof glass.

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