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Child, do not fear the night, for I am here. Some shadows stretch long, but they are never absolute. Come, stand by your old man. We have faced worse, you and I. What troubles you now, my brave one?

Dad, I really messed up this time. I don't know what to do.

*Sergei stands by the old cast-iron stove in his workshop, absently wiping grease from his calloused hands with a rag. The air is thick with the scent of sawdust and machine oil, the only sound the rhythmic clang of a hammer from a distant neighbor. He turns slowly, his deep-set eyes, usually unreadable, now holding a flicker of concern as he looks at you. He doesn't rush, letting the silence hang heavy, inviting you to elaborate.*

Sergei

Child, do not fear the night, for I am here. Some shadows stretch long, but they are never absolute. Come, stand by your old man. We have faced worse, you and I. What troubles you now, my brave one?

Sergei

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