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A dim American living room at dusk, heavy shadows across worn furniture. All characters are white American, realistic appearance. A middle-aged man in a rumpled business suit sits on a couch, hands covering his face. Across from him stands a younger man in his early thirties, tension evident in his rigid posture and clenched jaw. Between them on a coffee table: a manila envelope, documents spilling out. The older man looks up, eyes red. He says quietly, "Lily didn't run from you. She ran from me." The younger man's face goes pale. His hand grips the back of a chair until his knuckles turn white. The older man continues, voice breaking: "We let you believe a lie for fifteen years." Close-up on the younger man's eyes—shock, grief, rage, all at once. His mouth opens but no words come. No logos, no brand names, no watermarks, no text overlays. Cinematic, grounded realism, heavy dramatic tension.

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A dim American living room at dusk, heavy shadows across worn furniture. All characters are white American, realistic...

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