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... festering wounds, ripping open the scars, drowning him in a torment he could never escape. No matter how long the centuries dragged on, no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he had surpassed grief, that he had turned it into strength, it always came back to this. Calliope. Aviva. His wife. His daughter. The ones who had given his existence meaning. The ones who had turned the bleak, hollow void he once called life into something warm, whole.
Now they were nothing more than ...
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