The rain was pouring down, cold and heavy. The air smelled like wet mud and the metallic scent of blood.
"Papa, please... please wake up! Papa, don't leave me!" she sobbed, holding her father’s trembling body. "I have no one else but you... please, Papa, don't go!"
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