Valerie knew her, so she answered casually, "I'm out for a stroll."
Snow chuckled and thought, "Who would come out for a stroll at midnight?"
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She tentatively asked, "Ms. Spark, can you do me a small favor? The guardian of the Gracefields has passed away. He's known as the Ghost Boxer. He has served our family for many years. Is there any way you can help me make his life better in the underworld?
Normal people would have a funeral for the dead, but the most powerful people in Darsia would find the Sparks.
Valerie was taken aback. "Ghost Boxer is dead?"
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