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The sun shone from a clear sky onto the trees, danced across the water in the castle’s yard and glinted on Jack’s hair.
Stephen smiled tenderly when his friend reached for another orange, lips still sticky from the juice of the first one.
He committed this scene once more to memory: the picture of his beloved enjoying life to the full.
He emptied his glass. His life had ended months ago when they had pulled the hood over Jack’s head.
Stephen’s last thought was of
the sky and the sun;
blue and gold.
Jack’s colours.