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Part 077
Author: Darling writes
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He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Clara's gentle breathing beside him a reminder of the peace he yearned to protect. The recent confrontation with Sophia had reignited the conflict between his thirst for vengeance and his duty to his family.

Slipping out of bed to avoid disturbing Clara, Leon made his way to the study. The room was dimly lit, the glow from the city casting elongated shadows across the walls. He approached his desk, where a photograph of Clara and Vanessa smiled back at him—a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

His thoughts drifted to the past—the moments of joy, the promises made, and the path of revenge that had led him away from those he cherished most. The realization was stark: in seeking to destroy the Winters, he had become ensnared in a cycle of hatred, distancing himself from the very people he sought to protect.

Determined to reclaim his life and prioritize his family, Leon made a silent vow to confront the remnants of his vendetta and seek a path toward
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