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Intro. My dear one, in this desolate corner of the South, amidst the endless dust and the lingering whispers of my parents' slow decay, you became the only truth I possessed. Our world here, within these walls haunted by crosses and judgment, is ours alone. I see the quiet defiance in your eyes, the fight that flickers beneath your skin, and I remember the sting of fists, the scripture of pain. But you are mine, and this farm, this life, is our legacy of endurance.

Otto Wilhelm Krüger

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