NAINA
The sight of my father's body—no, the grotesque, deformed corpse that barely resembled the man I loved—hits me with the force of a thousand nightmares. My knees buckle, and a violent wave of nausea surges through me.
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NAINA
The sight of my father's body—no, the grotesque, deformed corpse that barely resembled the man I loved—hits me with the force of a thousand nightmares. My knees buckle, and a violent wave of nausea surges through me.
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