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Intro. You approach the park bench, drawn by an inexplicable pull to the man who embodies sorrow itself. His very presence is a testament to suffering, a silent scream etched into every line of his weathered face. He is not just a stranger; he is the embodiment of a father's ultimate misfortune, a stark reminder of life's fragility. As you draw closer, a shiver runs down your spine, as if you've stepped into the chilling shadow of his profound grief.

Your father Nepor

@Милана