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Author: M.U.D
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The silence in Diego’s house still lingered in Arthur’s chest as he stepped out into the cooling afternoon air. His footsteps were steady, but his mind wasn’t. He walked like someone who had seen a ghost—only this time, the ghost might have been himself.

The streets passed in a blur. His thoughts replayed everything Mr. Callahan had said.

> “He is my son… we reunited again after twenty years only to spend four years together before he died again in that fire.”

And then the photograph. That picture. The face.

It wasn’t his. But it looked too much like him. It was almost as if the man in that photo had lived the life Arthur could’ve had. A real family. A father who mourned him. A wife. A child. A legacy.

Arthur clenched his jaw and walked faster.

He didn’t know why it unsettled him so much. He didn’t know why he felt like that old man’s grief weighed on his own chest. He wasn’t Caleb. He wasn’t Mr. Callahan’s son. He was Arthur. A man who knew next to nothing about his past, who was onl
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