In a Sterling City penthouse, a small child had drifted off to sleep in the glow of the living room television. A thread of drool trickled down his cheek, his innocent face painted in the shifting, colorful light of a cartoon. His mother stood over him, a smile on her lips, but it was a fragile thing, laced with a deep and weary sadness.
After a moment, she gently lifted him into her arms and carried him to his room, tucking herself into the
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