I hurried to the hospital.Over the years, Axel had also devoted himself to medical research, giving it his all.Both as a mentor and a researcher.Now, not yet fifty, his body was already riddled with ailments.I entered the hospital room and sat beside him.Suddenly, I remembered my daughter's birthday party yesterday.He had come to see me in his wheelchair, forcing himself to make what must have been a final farewell.Ryker sat across from me, his expression grief-stricken.This man approaching fifty covered his face, weeping uncontrollably.I looked at Axel with tubes inserted throughout his body, monitoring equipment beeping steadily.An oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose. He struggled to speak, but I couldn't hear his voice.After decades as siblings, I could easily read his lips.He was calling me, repeatedly, urgently but weakly."Ember, Ember..."I remembered that heavy snowfall again, remembered that not-yet-twenty-year-old Axel holding me tightly."As long as your broth
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