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Albir of the Great House

I am convinced there is a rule in life that when one wrong thing happens, there will be more, much more, to follow.

Mother is dying.

They haven't officially said so, but I can hear it in Father's silence and see it in his constant absences.
He won't tell me how long she has or even why she's sick.
He will leave soon, and it will be abrupt and unspoken. He will leave without me, and I will be trapped here in hell without her and without any last goodbyes.
My life is shattering around me like a pane of glass.