For My Daughter, A Storm
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f my daughter, Gabrielle. My rare family gift, usually a beaco
ving, but orchestrating a political damage control campa
my ancestral remedy-the very cure that saved his life once-before pou
devoid of humanity, to choose ambition and
s, a chilling realization ignited within me: the pact was broken, and no