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we had recourse. But legal recourse after closing was not the same as knowing what bomb you were standing on.
I thought about Grandpa Sam’s letter.
The brass key.
The old records room.
I had not used that key in years.
I still had it.
On Wednesday night, Elena called.
“He’s gone,” she said.
“Who?”
“Your father. Preston too. They left around six. Security’s continue reading …
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