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... at first.
The sharp crack that ended his son’s life felt more like a lightbulb flickering out. No grand flourish. No cinematic echo. Just a body dropping like a sack of meat and the blood—his son’s blood—warm and sudden, splashing across his cheek as if to confirm this wasn’t some bad trip.
It was real.
He stared, eyes wide, mouth open but frozen, unable to form the word stuck in his throat.
Not even a second passed before the moment was stolen.
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