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Violet kicked hard, as if protesting the position, the fear, all of it.
Vernon approached slowly, both hands raised.
Quincy shrank behind me.
“Don’t come closer,” I said.
He stopped.
In the security light, Vernon looked older than I had ever seen him. Not quiet. Not weak. Hollow.
“I have more,” he said.
“More what?”
“Records.”
I laughed once, sharp and ugly.continue reading …
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