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... ost hear my father’s voice, weary and broken, spilling his regret.
My son... I couldn’t do it anymore. I’m sorry for bringing you into this… sorry for dragging you down this path.
The guilt of those innocent children’s lives… it devoured me, haunting me like a relentless nightmare I couldn’t escape. Yes, I supported you, I followed you… but this weight—it’s too much for these old bones.
Don’t worry. I am getting what I deserve...
I took everything from that Phoeni ...
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