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Tables had been set out at the base of the podium with photos erected to display the faces of those who had died in the Lakeside District Massacre one year ago. Candles and flowers littered the ground around the memorial as people paid their respects to the dead.

Two photos in particular stood out from the rest, and they had been placed at the centermost table. They were those of Caroline and Viktor, ages seven and ten. Both had been shot in the back of the head along with the rest of the families of those who had resisted.

Seventeen civilians had lost their lives on that night. Seventeen dead. It seemed like such a small number in the wake of the Gilihi Massacre of one-hundred and forty-three civilians during a protest turned violent, but it was here in Illumene that it had all started. Many even said that the Lakeside District Massacre was the birthplace of the Isirian resistance movements. They said that as long as the faces of those who died here one year ago were never forgotten, then there was hope yet for liberation.

It wasn't thoughts of liberation of rebellion though that had brought people to the Lakeside District today though. For most this was simply a day of remembrance. A day to mourn the dead.