Standing at the top of Dayangpo Hill, one could see a vast expanse below. The ground was filled with people, all kneeling.
A large funeral procession wound its way through the crowd. The coffins were black, and so were the clothes of the pallbearers.
As if even the heavens couldn't bear to witness it any longer, a dark cloud appeared, obscuring the sunlight. Tens of thousands of people had gathered in the open space, without any organization or prompting, yet not a single person spoke.
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