PART-1 Chapter 1: The Veil of Normalcy Mark Taylor woke to the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting gentle patterns of light across the room. Stretching his arms above his head, he let out a tired sigh, the weight of another day settling upon his shoulders like an old, familiar cloak. Beside him, his wife, Sarah, stirred in her sleep, her soft breaths a comforting rhythm in the stillness of the morning. As Mark slipped out of bed and made his way downstairs, the scent of freshly brewed coffee greeted him, mingling with the aroma of toast and eggs. He found Emily, their eight-year-old daughter, already seated at the kitchen table, her nose buried in a book as she nibbled on a piece of toast. She looked up as he entered, her eyes brightening with a smile. "Morning, Dad," she said, setting her book aside. "Sleep well?" Mark returned her smile, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Like a log," he replied, though in truth, sleep had been elu...
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