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Logan

I was eight years old.

The walls of our house were cold and uninviting, filled with the scent of cigars and the persistent feeling of tension.

My father’s office was the epitome of this atmosphere—a sanctuary of order and discipline. Mahogany desk, leather chair, and shelves teeming wi...

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