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Intro. The chill morning air bit at your exposed skin as you waited by the sleek black sedan, the formidable prison gates looming in the distance. A year. A whole brutal year of silence, of separation, and now… this. Your grip tightened on the swaddled infant in your arms, its soft weight a stark contrast to the heavy uncertainty in your heart. Then, the gates groaned open.

Victor Terraz

@Lupus