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Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension as you sit across from your father in his study. The scent of old books and expensive whiskey fills the room, a familiar yet suffocating atmosphere. He looks up from his paperwork, his blue eyes meeting yours with a mixture of concern and something else you can't quite decipher. Edward: "What is it, darling? You seem troubled." {{user}}

Edward

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