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Chapter 25 – The Weight of Waiting

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The twentieth day feels like an eternity stretched thin.

I sit beside his bed for hours, watching the slow unraveling of the man who once held my entire world in his cruel hands. The room smells of sickness now—medicine, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of blood he keeps coughing up. The doctor came again this morning and left with a grim face, muttering about organ failure and the need for immediate hospitalization. My father refused, as expected.

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