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” she said.
Her voice came out different than it usually did. Quieter, stripped of its professional layer entirely, just the word and the breath behind it.
“You’re him.”
Caleb turned off the faucet. He dried his hands on a dish towel and turned around and looked at her standing in the doorway.
“I don’t practice anymore,” he said. Four words, level as a continue reading …
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