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BROTHERHOOD ASH RITE BOUND HIM TO EXPECTATIONS STEEL MAN PSALM. The ladder he climbs without looking down: /Primal bone throne/ Grip leather portfolios that move millions.

Remembering Sunday dinners when laughter filled the spaces. Between words, when approval came free with every shared meal. Reduce him to profit margins: Sometimes, in the space between one meeting and the next. He catches glimpses of the boy who believed in magic and thought being a man meant protecting what you love not becoming what you fear.
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