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He stayed in the village for a couple of days. It was, after all, basically the only home he had known. It was familiar and safe. But it was empty now. The gravediggers continued to bring him food, though he had little appetite. The gravediggers knew of his importance to their friend, and so demonstrated care even in her absence. But they weren't her. He started to feel a longing, deep inside himself. A drive he didn't quite understand, but had to follow. He looked one last time at the gravedigger which had come down to check on him, a sort of silent show of appreciation. Both minds met for a moment, and both understood what was to happen next. And he flew away.
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