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... of his words, "It's me...mother."
His voice, a gravely echo from the abyss, carried both the torment of his transformation and the undeniable truth of his identity.
It was a sound that reverberated through Lysandra's very soul, a beacon of hope amidst the despair that had enveloped her world.
Tears, born of countless nights of sorrow and longing, welled up in Lysandra's eyes, blurring her vision as a trembling smile, tinged with both joy and heartache, blossomed on her fa ...
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