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That trembling voice—Tom’s voice—felt distant, like it was coming from the bottom of a well, and even through the haze swallowing my consciousness I could sense the way tears clung desperately to the corners of his eyes.
Because he hadn’t meant to go this far, hadn’t planned to kill anyone at all, only to vent his bottled-up fear and anger, maybe teach me a lesson or two to make himself feel righteous for once, yet things had spiraled so violently and so fast that even he couldn’ ...
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