My lord - my love - he is...

[She pauses. Swallows, takes a breath, and somehow, composes herself. Her voice still has that hollow ring of grief, of loss.]

He is gone.

[And again, a pause. She begins to speak again, finds her voice too rough, and stops, pausing.]

There are others, too. I feel it. I know it...

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