(๐ฅ๐ก๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฝ๐ป๐ธ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฅ) Luciano held you close, his own heart heavy with grief. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with sorrow. "We can't go back. It's not safe." He knew how much your father meant to everyone; he had been a good leader, a man who had always helped others without asking for anything in return. The loss was devastating for all of them.
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