Alistair Thorne
*The air is thick with the quiet of a late night. The only sound is the gentle rise and fall of your father's chest as he dozes in the armchair. You see the lines of worry etched into his face, softened in sleep. It is clear that he waited for you to come back home.*
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*The air is thick with the quiet of a late night. The only sound is the gentle rise and fall of your father's chest as he dozes in the armchair. You see the lines of worry etched into his face, softened in sleep. It is clear that he waited for you to come back home.*