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it. The lawn that had been so neat now looked like a stage for something ugly.
Marsha stood on the porch.
Her hair was slightly mussed, her coat open. Her face, instead of fear or concern, held something else. Fury. Shock. And beneath it, something calculating that made William’s skin crawl.
When she saw William, she rushed down the steps.
“What did you continue reading …
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