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The funeral ceremony was taking place under a gray sky 
, and an odd sensation weighed heavily on the priest. Something invisible, a shadow 
, seemed to be watching him.
His heart raced 
. He was replaying images from his past: the operating room, Irina’s screams, his wife 
, the loss of their child, who died in a tragic accident 
. Daria, the girlfriend responsible for that accident.
With different thoughts, he walked through the church 
, and when he saw the face of the woman in the coffin, he turned pale 
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The woman’s face, he knew her.
She bore an unsettling resemblance to Irina, his wife, or rather, to what remained of her in his memory.
Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere.
Someone called him, saying they needed him.
His heart raced again, and his past unfolded before his eyes.
He recalled the operating room, his wife’s screams, the loss of their child, dead in a tragic accident.
Then he remembered Daria, his son’s girlfriend who was responsible for his son’s death.
After death, she had disappeared, but the priest had discovered she had a son.
He had watched over this child from a distance.
And now, this woman in the coffin, it was Daria.
Dead in an accident, in turn, and the cycle was complete.
Daria’s son stood near the coffin, his head lowered.
The priest approached and placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder, telling him that Daria had loved him very much.
But in this final farewell, he saw a form of justice, and above all, the possibility of forgiveness.
And he prayed, not as a priest, but as a father.
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