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... watched Berald sob. His rough palm came down on his son’s bowed head and gently stroked it.
Berald lifted his tear-stained face. “Father.”
Then Gilbert’s hand landed sharply on the back of his son’s head.
Berald clutched his skull with a pained cry. “Argh!”
Gilbert clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Look at you. A grown man bawling like a baby the moment I wake up?”
The two immediately launched into a shouting match.
“What the? That’s the first thin ...
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