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He didn’t.
“They’ve been poisoning me,” he continued, his tone steady in a way that made it even more terrifying. “Slowly. Carefully. Over time.”
I shook my head immediately.
“No… no, that’s not possible—”
But even as I said it, something inside me twisted.
Because part of me already knew.
The bruises.
The medication.
The fear in his eyes.
The way Martha spoke.continue reading …
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