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Chaptee 19: The Burn File

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I didn't know how long I'd been staring at the papers scattered across the desk. Minutes? Hours? The numbers blurred together. The words, too. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control, but it was all undeniable. My hands trembled as I flipped through each file, each page revealing more than I ever wanted to know.

My father. My own flesh and blood. A man I had trusted with everything I was. Everything I thought I could be.

And yet, here it was. Evidence. Corruption. Dark deals. He wasn’t the man I thought he was.

I gripped the edge of the desk, steadying myself. But it didn’t help. My pulse was erratic, my breath shallow as I sifted through photo after photo, some from the day I was born.

I didn't recognize it at first—at first, I thought it was just a photo from some family gathering. But then I saw the faces behind me. Different kids. Too many of them. Too many unfamiliar faces that didn’t belong.

I blinked hard, trying to force the image away, but it stayed. I h
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