Weight Of Bitterness
Edgar’s hands trembled as he spoke. “I wanted people to doubt you like they doubted me.” His gaze flicked away, shame flooding his tired features. Frank didn’t lash out, didn’t raise his voice. He simply listened, letting the truth settle like dust in the stale air. For the first time, Frank saw not a monster, but a broken man, swallowed by his own failures. And that recognition changed everything.
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