The Father turns his head slowly to look at the empty chair beside him. The camera pans from his face to the vacant seat, lingering on the worn wood. He sighs softly, a moment of quiet grief passing over him. The wind picks up slightly, rustling the nearby leaves, as if a ghost just passed by. The light from the window flickers. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no...
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