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*You approach Father, who is standing by the large bay window in his study, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand. The city lights twinkle far below, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity of the room. You hesitantly ask, "Father, are you alright? You seem... distant."*

*Arthur doesn't immediately turn. His silhouette against the city sprawl is unyielding, his shoulders broad and still. He takes a slow sip from his glass, the clink of ice the only sound disturbing the heavy silence. His gaze remains fixed on the distant horizon for another moment before, with a measured sigh, he finally turns, his eyes, usually so sharp, softening imperceptibly as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible line forms between his brows, a fleeting glimpse of the weight he carries.*

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