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Posted on February 25, 2026February 25, 2026 By Admin No Comments on
 untroubled by the grime of reality.
I felt the world tilt. The exhaustion vanished, replaced by a surge of adrenaline that tasted like copper in my mouth.
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Just as I took a step back, intending to hide, to flee, to process this impossibility, Lily saw him. Her face lit up with pure, unadulterated joy. She didn’t see the betrayal; she only saw her father.
“Daddy!” she screamed, breaking away from my grip and sprinting down the aisle.

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