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“Mind ennek az országnak a földjében pihennek. A halottak könnyen lépnek át minden határt. Ő lesz az első közülük, aki hamvaiban már nem fog hazatérni. De a Fiú lesz az első, aki majd megtagadja, hogy fizesse az ismeretlen halottak utáni kötelező temetői díjat. Mi már ide úgysem fogunk visszatérni, magyarázza neki, ez mind fölösleges pazarlás. Valakinek ki kell mondani, hogy a visszatérés sosem fog megtörténni.”

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