Back To The Black Market [3]
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As Amon stepped down the last steps of the staircase, he was greeted by the usual murky scent of the Black Market in a long while.
It had been an age since he last came here.
'Ah, right. The last time, I also used to meet Lily on the streets.'
The thought of Lily reminded him of her and his sister Katherine.
He had seen both of them at the funeral, Katherine with Lily in her arms.
An ethereal amount of relief had passed through his body like a soothing wave at that moment, as if a huge burden was taken off from his shoulders.
Seeing them both also reminded him of Amelia, but she was nowhere to be seen next to Katherine.
Not like Amon expected her to.
She, just like him, had lost someone close to her, much closer to her.
Amon could just imagine the amount of disbelief and pain that would have passed through her body at that moment.