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"...Dad?"
The word trembled from Isla's lips like a broken incantation, one she hadn't dared utter in years. It didn't make sense. Her father had died-or so she'd believed. She had grieved him in cold silence, clutching pieces of memory like relics. But now-
There he was. Solid. Breathing. Standing between her and freedom.
He didn't smile. He di
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