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... ey clouds that blanketed the capital city of Denver. A cold, biting wind swept through the streets, carrying with it the heavy, somber mood that hung over the Thompson estate.
Outside the massive iron gates of the manor, a crowd had gathered. It was not the festive, happy crowd of the market square. It was a huddle of curious, whispering onlookers, drawn by the stark, undeniable symbol of death.
The gates, usually polished and imposing, were draped in heavy, white cloth. Long str ...
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