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Chapter 2: Remember
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... t in the glass-walled academy, it rose like a silver needle piercing the clouds, a monument to everything his family wasn’t.
Every day at 2:17 PM, the sun would hit a specific scaffold halfway up. That was his father’s section. Leon had timed it.
For sixty stolen seconds, he would watch that distant figure—a man adding color to a world that saw him only as grease and labor.
It was a minute of quiet pride, wedged between the equations on his screen and the sweet, venomous ...
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