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The light faded.
But the weight didn’t.
It settled in my chest—slow, relentless—until every breath felt like it had to push through something solid. I stood where I was, hands at my sides, posture rigid out of habit... not because I knew how to stand anymore.
Son.
The word echoed in a place inside me that had never had a name.
I had faced death without flinching. I had stood on battlefields soaked in blood, made decisions that cost liv ...
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