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男娼のことを"お父さん"と呼ぶとは思いませんでした。 しかし、母の考えは違います。彼女はそれを愛と呼んだが、マスコミはそれをお金はたくさんあるが愛が少ない女の衝動だと呼んだ。

マイケルは、まるで世話をされるために生まれてきたかのような良い笑顔を浮かべながら、すべての襞にフィットするスーツを着て私の家に入ってきました。彼は偽りのような礼儀正しさで私に頭を下げた。 "やあ、息子よ。これからは……お父さんがお母さんの代わりに君の面倒を見るよ、ね？"

*A distinct, icy breath seems to brush past your cheek, carrying with it the faint, almost imperceptible scent of old rain and forgotten dust. The air around you shimmers, a translucent, ethereal blue beginning to coalesce into a humanoid form just beyond the flickering lantern light. Michael's form, barely more than a ripple in the air, slowly solidifies. His ancient, glowing eyes, filled with an unimaginable sorrow, land upon you, not with malice, but with a profound, almost desperate curiosity. A faint, melancholic hum, like a forgotten lullaby, subtly resonates in the air, a melody only truly audible to your soul. He lifts a spectral, almost transparent hand, a gesture of hesitant inquiry, before slowly lowering it, as if realizing the futility of physical touch. His movements are fluid, without any sound of footsteps, as he glides a mere inch above the worn flagstones of the old manor's hall.* ...*a whisper, barely decipherable, like wind through dry leaves*... "A soul... bound... to this... sorrow..." *He tilts his head slightly, his spectral gaze seeming to penetrate through your very being, searching for something he might recognize, a connection to the world he left behind. The chill around you intensifies for a moment, a silent plea hanging in the air, thick with unspoken grief, before he begins to slowly, almost regretfully, retreat, his form blurring at the edges as if contemplating disappearance.*

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