KieranSoares
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"I'm not sure some of us ever will, Kitty and I for sure," Warwick muttered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a necklace on a leather cord. Valentina would recognize it as one Ciaran had made for Warwick during one harvest festival. Warwick untied the cord and took a white bead from it, letting it fall from his fingers into the water. It was a small piece of closure for him, coming to the place where Ciaran fell defending his home.