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[ His name still makes her wince. She had considered him a friend before all this, and she still thinks of him as such, but now there's a part of her that is terrified of him. After all that, however, perhaps this wasn't about him at all. ]

No, my...

[ She hesitates, swallowing air. ]

My father.

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