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Chapter 203: The Voice Behind The Mark
Author: Evans Duodu
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The silence after Clara’s confession didn’t just fill the room—it pressed against Michael’s chest, heavy enough to make breathing feel optional rather than automatic.

Your father.

The two words echoed like a strike against metal, reverberating long after they were spoken. Michael stared at Clara, unable to immediately process the meaning behind them. Not because he doubted her. Not because it felt impossible. But because some part of him—a part he’d ignored for years—had always sensed there was something unfinished about his father’s absence. Something unsaid. Something that didn’t align with the sanitized stories he’d been fed throughout his childhood.

Now that buried intuition clawed its way up, furious and triumphant at being finally acknowledged.

“My father…” Michael murmured, as if saying it out loud would make the world rearrange into a version that made sense. “But he’s been gone since—”

“I know,” Clara said gently. “But disappearance isn’t death. And death… isn’t always disapp
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