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An ivy grove, and a telephone pole.
A setting sun, and the last act of a ghost.
"There you are." You let out that breath you were holding in.
You don't know what you were expecting to feel. Your old man... No matter how impossible this seems - you know it to be real.
It's pity that reveals itself first. Antony Faraday's fragile world is broken at his feet.