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... son's bed with the restless energy of a caged lioness, her path creating an invisible groove in the expensive carpet. Every few circuits, she would pause to glare at the ornate wall clock, then direct a murderous gaze at the physician before resuming her anxious patrol. Friedrich, in stark contrast, remained perfectly still, his unwavering attention fixed on his son's unconscious form as if trying to will him awake through sheer paternal determination.
Suddenly, Friedrich's eyes blazed w ...
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