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A crumpled sheet of letter paper, stained only with a few stray ink blots. Perhaps someone intended to write a…

A crumpled sheet of letter paper, stained only with a few stray ink blots. Perhaps someone intended to write a message... but in the end, all that remained was a blank page. Yet from that emptiness, the young master seemed to glimpse his father's "last words" silently waiting to be spoken.

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