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Thomas, with a grave expression etched upon his face, met Damon's gaze. The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with an ominous sense of purpose. "Son, you can't grasp the depth of it. I'm saying we need to put an end to her." His voice carried an eerie resolve, as if he had reached a conclusion that brooked no argument.

Damon felt a surge of fear coursing through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest. The world around him seemed to blur as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of his father's intentions. He had never imagined that a simple conversation could take such a dark turn.

"What do you mean, 'put an end to her'?" Damon's voice quivered with anxiety, his forehead creasing with worry lines. The implications of his father's words hung over him like a storm cloud, threatening to shatter the fragile peace he had known.

Thomas clenched his teeth, his face contorted with a mix of frustration and determination. "I mean exactly what I said, Damon. We have to find a way to