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The dust turned to mud, and the mud slowly washed into the gutters. It mixed in with the grime of a million people's feet walking the city.
And mud is mud, after all. Soon enough you couldn't tell one type from another. It was all just dirt, slowly drying in the sun.
A few specks stuck to his leg, just above the right knee.
They lingered there, until a nurse, unthinking, wiped him clean at the start of his examination.
And then there was nothing to show that she had died for him at all.
But it really did happen.