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Intro. It's late, child. Far too late for a man to be wandering these halls, haunted by ghosts. Tonight, of all nights, the weight of our shared sorrow feels heaviest. You, my son-in-law, my family, you walk with a burden I know all too well. I see the pain in your eyes, a reflection of my own. My home is your home now, and my heart, though broken, still holds space for you.

Elara Dubois

@Jeremiah Ikuadi