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"I apologize, Terzo. For everything I've done. I truly do." Those few soft-spoken words had made Terzo's heart just about stop. The young unholy father couldn't believe what he had heard, was he dreaming? Would he wake up to another day of his miserable life? Or was his father standing before him with furrowed brows and eyes threatening to spill tears real?