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CHAPTER 56

Autor: AMEDRIANNE STORIES
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The silence in the dusty basement was a physical weight, crushing and absolute. The vials of Compound A-117 glinted in the dim light, not as a scientific breakthrough, but as the original sin, the poison that had seeped into two families and rotted them from the inside out. LJ stared at them, his face a mask of such profound betrayal that it broke my heart anew. This wasn't just about a father's failings; this was about the very nature of his reality being rewritten by a decades-old chemical mistake.

Arthur was the first to move. With a grim, clinical efficiency, he closed the metal case, the click of the latch echoing like a gunshot in the small space. "We need to go," he said, his voice hoarse. "We can't stay here."

We drove home in a silence more profound than any we had ever shared. The California sunshine outside the car windows felt like a mockery. LJ sat in the back, staring blankly at the passing landscape. He didn't speak. He didn't cry. He had retreated into a shell of shock
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