The requiem sounded across the courtyard.

Pedro de Escobar lamented, wiping a tear from his eye.

To hear his music echo through the ruins was enough to cause a grown man to weep.

Its gentle tones entwined with the sounds of the flowing water nearby.

Pedro lamented that more could not share this moment.

And now, for truth.

He turned to the silent spectators ready to be advised for he was a prudent man despite his emotions.

Pedro listened, then bowed.

He drifted in the light and dark.

The ghosts left.

He raised his arm and the requiem played again.

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