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Everything was quiet in the O’Cain house; a dreadful silence filled the home that was filled with the sounds of merriment the previous day, and all day before. It was near empty, inside were only a few lackeys. Abraham O’Cain laid upon the bed, breathing softly and quietly, his eyes closed. He opened his eyes, using the last of his strength, and looked toward the window. The green gres, the tall trees, the flowers all seems to be looking at him, as if paying their respect to him. It made him joyful, a single glimmer of joy in the gloomy house. To the right were 3 men, each dressed in black, eat seated, right to left, eldest to youngest. He looked upon his son, a handsome lad of a single score, the child’s face reminiscing of his days of sweet youth. His shoulder was broad, and his arm muscular, he had brown eyes, his skin was tan, not a tan that may as well be brown, not a tan that may as well be yellow, but a tan of perfection, a homage to his mother and her brave ancestors, who