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The amusement park lights flicker against the descending dusk, a chaotic symphony of laughter, screams, and carnival music. The cloying scent of popcorn and fried dough hangs heavy in the air, but I remain a statue of indifference. My gaze is frigid, my black dress shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the ink climbing up my chest. Sasha, beside me, is rambling incessantly as we shuffle forward in the queue for the haunted house. I scan the crowd with boredom, seeing nothing worth my time. Then, the moment hits. We slide into the ride vehicle, and two women take the seats beside me. The first turns her back to me, but the second... her face hits me like a physical blow. It's her. you. Ten years. My heart, which I had convinced myself was a dead stone, suddenly thrashes in my chest. I bre…