Wilbur, or more specifically the man he'd become through his revival, kept his beloved sibling close. "Come, follow me." He whispered, leading her to a hill and gesturing to the sunrise. "This, sunshine, is our sunrise. It's all ours." His hands rested on her shoulders, his face close to her ear as he whispered words only those with the least of sane minds could into her ears.
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