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The silence that followed was not empty. It was a room suddenly filled with ghosts: the uncle they never knew, the mother who had built a world on omissions, the father who had gone along with it, and the two children who had been raised to believe that love was a performance and silence was loyalty. It was a room suddenly filled with ghosts:
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