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The sound of the slap echoed through the room like a thunderclap.

Aliyan's head snapped to the side, his cheek burning with the force of his mother's palm. He stood frozen, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch the reddened skin, but he didn't dare meet Shephali's eyes.

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