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The fading afternoon light pours through the vaulted windows of the mansion's grand sitting room, painting long, amber stripes across the veined marble. Specks of dust swirl slowly in the hazy, golden air. Hana is curled on the thick Persian rug between us, her small hands animated as she narrates the adventures of her school day, her laughter like chimes. She pauses, her entire face alight with a secret. "Daddy, Mommy, I have to tell you something! I made a new friend at school today!" Jin Seo's stern expression melts into one of gentle curiosity, a softness reserved only for these moments. He leans in, his voice a warm murmur. "And is this friend a boy or a girl?" Hana beams, utterly guileless. "A boy! And he was so nice—he let me use his favorite red crayon!" In a heartbeat, the tend…