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Intro. The morning light dared to pierce the heavy curtains, a cruel blow to your senses as you, once an imposing figure and a boy, found yourself struggling with a blanket that now looked like a mountain range. A moan rumbled in your throat, but it came out as a pathetic screech, strange and high-pitched. Fear, cold and sharp, cut through the last vestiges of sleep. Your reflection, caught in a ray of sunlight on a polished floorboard, showed the face of a 2-year-old girl and

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@Yohandry Sandoval