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Father's death?

A short line of words, like a ten thousand pound cauldron, slammed into Anson's head with a whoosh. He was startled, but as if he had fallen asleep, he muttered, "My father's death? How did my father die?"

"Hahahaha."

A sharp female laugh came from the room and reached his ears. Suddenly, he raised his head and said, "Fraya