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morning, he was dead.
He’d begged me, grabbed my hand, and I’d laughed in his face. Told him he was being paranoid. God, Graham, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.
I forced myself to keep reading. The USB drive was labeled home security. March 14th, 2025, 11:30 p.m. I plugged it in.
Footage from a camera I didn’t know we had. Mounted somewhere with a view of continue reading …
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