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father. He left it to me.”
“You manipulated a dying man.”
I let the sentence sit in the air for a moment—the way Grigori used to let silence do the work that words couldn’t.
“Your father was lucid, Viktor. His mind was clear. He made a choice.”
“He wasn’t thinking straight. He was on medication. I’ll contest it.”
“Then you’ll need to explain to a judge continue reading …
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