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The words rolled off my tongue so casually, but they landed in the room like a bomb.
For a moment, silence swallowed everything. The only sound was the faint crackle of fire in the hearth, the smoke curling above my grandfather’s cigar as he froze in shock. His hand, usually steady and firm, trembled slightly as the ash fell onto the desk.
His sharp eyes locked on mine, widening first in disbelief, then narrowing with unbridled fury then, his entire body stiffened, his jaw ...
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