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up the key. It felt heavier than it should have.
I turned toward the door.
“Wait,” his son said, but the word was soft. There was no real conviction behind it.
I paused for just a moment.
Then I walked out, the way I had always walked through that house. Quietly.
I did not feel anger. I did not feel triumph. What I felt was something deeper, something closer continue reading …
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