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2025-02-13 00:00:41Agatha POV:
“Agatha, come in, come in! Don’t just stand there like a sentinel, you’re letting all the heat out.”
Dad’s voice, though still raspy from weeks of disuse, boomed from the depths of his study, a welcome sound that chased away the lingering chill in my heart.
I smiled, shaking my head at his theatrics, and stepped inside, the familiar scent of old books, leather, and his ever-present cigars enveloping me in a comforting embrace.
He was sitting in his favorite armchair by the fireplace, a worn leather-bound volume in his lap, his reading glasses perched precariously on his nose.
Color had returned to his cheeks, his eyes sparkled with their usual intelligence, and the oxygen tank that had been his constant companion for weeks was now tucked discreetly behind the chair.
He looked… like himself again. My father. My rock.
“Took you long enough,” he grumbled, a playful glint
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