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... elian Hall felt like a march toward a firing squad because I knew my father was about to shoot me with his words.
I followed behind him as we moved away from the prying eyes of the guests, away from the Borealis chandeliers that cast everything in a deceptive, cooling blue.
As we neared the corner, the low, melodic hum of the orchestra began to fade, replaced by the heavy, rhythmic thud of my own heart against my ribs.
I had expected a lecture, prepared myself for another ...
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