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shaking, blood pooling under him, convinced he was going to die alone in that filthy alley and no one would care.
Then he heard footsteps.
“My God.”
A woman’s voice.
Soft.
Scared.
Maggie Mitchell, coming home from a hospital shift in a nurse’s uniform stained with coffee, knelt beside him.
“Boy, can you hear me?”
Dominic tried to speak.
Only a sound came out.continue reading …
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