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... d his lashes, his mind racing.
He lifted his hands, gazing at the few strands of golden hair that had fallen into his palms.
"Wh—why is this happening?" He stammered, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and confusion.
"Do I need to see a doctor?" he whispered to himself, his heart pounding as he continued to stare at the strands, unsure whether to panic or laugh in disbelief.
Charles stared at his reflection for a few seconds, then let out a deep breath, decidi ...
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