The Endings Of All Beginnings
Every year like clockwork. On the anniversary of his death. You could see a young woman in a light blue victorian style dress, standing aside a grave embellished in the words "the professor - lover of tea" on a tombstone.
Not just that. The young woman would always be seen holding a mysterious old book. At least she smiled in content, that she would see him again one day.
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