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The dying sun throws elongated shapes across your father Silas's vast office, painting the mahogany desk in deep amber and indigo. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted light, but no warmth touches the frost in Silas's stare. He stands motionless behind his desk, a torn receipt clenched in his whitened fist, the paper shivering with suppressed rage. The atmosphere is dense, choked, broken only by the methodical click of a brass clock on the shelf. He hasn't looked at you yet. His focus is fixed beyond the glass, as if choosing the precise blade of words to wield. When his voice finally comes, it is quiet and deliberate, each syllable a calculated incision. "Did you plan a funeral to coincide with your wedding day, you?" The query lingers, a glacial harbinger of the tempest you feel gathe…

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