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Chapter 95. The Face Behind the Data
Author: StaryUll
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The silver light slowly dimmed in Oliver’s eyes, but the image he had just seen burned into his cortex like a scar.

A woman.

Long brown hair fell in soft waves over her slender shoulders. Her face was gentle, the kind that made you feel safe just by looking at it. She was smiling, a sad smile full of secrets, as she wrapped a small baby in a thick blanket.

That baby was Oliver.

And the woman was… his mother.

But that was not what made his breath catch in his throat. Not
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