Act V

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Prince Hamlet reached his home after running an errand in downtown Wittenberg and found his door torn down with splinters on the cobblestone. Rushing into his house, he was greeted by a deceptively innocent sight. Estatira was sleeping on the chaise lounge with Elizabeth in her arms. Hamlet sighed in relief. He walked over to them and shook Estatira to wake her. But she stayed limp. He bent his head closer to her and met a pungent septic smell.

"Estatira!" He cried, no longer worried about arousing Elizabeth, "Wake up! What happened to the door?" He received no answer. Hamlet quieted down for a second. Something was off, but he couldn't tell what.

Then, he realized.

Estatira was not breathing. Neither was Elizabeth.

 The only breath he could hear was his own. 

 Their deaths were masked in sleep. Shrieking in anguish, the prince fell to his knees, attempting to revive his once vibrant daughter to no avail. His wail echoed across Wittenberg, promising suffering to all those he associated with. His tragedy had only just begun.

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