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oney, a name. Now, I had

his house,

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in the hall, heavy, delibe

mooth as a scalpel, c

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ulate in his tailored suit, a

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eyes cold. "Took everything. Left me wit

business deal, had also rendered him sterile. A cr

en he said her name. "She' s dying, Sarah. Because of the st

ser, his prese

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on his strings. W

mach intensified.

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clinical. "You look pale

ired,"

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hy kidney. He wan

pills. He didn' t know the

had me broken.

a shattered thing can