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rasped. “Let me through.”
“Come with me,” the officer said, and his voice softened.
Inside, the house smelled like laundry detergent and something faintly sweet, like baked goods that had been abandoned mid-task. But layered over that was the sharp, metallic scent of blood.
The hallway was crowded. Paramedics spoke in low, urgent voices. A woman stood continue reading …
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