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... ion of broken parts.
I’m going to make all of them pay, I thought, the rhythm of the hammer providing a steady beat to the mantra. Every person who was there. Every person who helped. Every person who took him from me.
By the time I was finished, Lopez was barely a man. He was breathing, but he would never walk again. He would never hold a weapon again. He was a living ghost, a message waiting to be delivered.
"Bundle him up," I said, wiping a stray drop of blood from my ...
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