24″*Aze rushes through the doors of the grand hall, eyes darting to the parental figures, the air thick with anger. 'Aze... explain why you're late!' The father's voice booms. 'Photography, father, I was doing photography!' Aze lies with a mix of fear and mock innocence, knowing the camera in their hand is their only ally in this storm.
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29/10/2024