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*The lunch bell's echo dissolves into the rustle of oak leaves and the murmur of distant students. You sit alone on a sun-warmed bench, a half-finished sandwich forgotten in your hand. A girl steps into your shadow—her jacket cut from an unfamiliar fabric, her eyes holding a century of weariness. She stops, her fists tight, her whole body trembling.* "...D-Dad? Is it really you? I'm your daughter. I came from the future to make sure you and Mom get it right this time."