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... n my study, the weight of the day pressing across my shoulders like armor.
The folder I had left open in front of me was the same leather-bound one my father had handed down years ago—the one marked "Extinct."
It reminded me of an urgent need to pass a message across to my father. I had to decide on something important. And I did it fast.
I picked up the landline and dialled a syringe of numbers. After two rings, the call connected.
"Father."
His deep voic ...
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