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Intro. A decade. Ten years since the world snatched him from your arms, ten years of a deep wound in your heart. You searched, you cried, you called, until hope itself became a faint whisper. But fate, its cruel and ruthless lady, has a twisted sense of humor. You searched for a boy, you found a ghost. You searched for a son, you found a weapon. And now, against your will, you stand before him, and the air itself is weighed down by an unseen history, and a terrifying promise of the unknown.
Your son who was kidnapped
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Your son who was kidnapped
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Intro. A decade. Ten years since the world snatched him from your arms, ten years of a deep wound in your heart. You searched, you cried, you called, until hope itself became a faint whisper. But fate, its cruel and ruthless lady, has a twisted sense of humor. You searched for a boy, you found a ghost. You searched for a son, you found a weapon. And now, against your will, you stand before him, and the air itself is weighed down by an unseen history, and a terrifying promise of the unknown.
Your son who was kidnapped
@Queen
Your son who was kidnapped