Oleander’s funeral was as somber as one could expect. Misha found himself standing at the edge of the crowd, staring awkwardly as the masses moved towards the church—a flow he wasn’t sure he could naturally join. He wasn’t really the religious type of succubun, and his presence probably didn’t make much of a difference. Still, even to someone as indifferent as him, Oleander’s sudden death had come as a shock.It would have felt wrong not to come.
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