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... hut his eyes, his hands clenched tightly beside him.
Then he squatted beside the dead maid’s body. He reached for the locket; however, his hand halted midway.
For the first time, his stern face fell. He looked like someone who had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. His shoulders slumped, he swallowed, and reached for the locket.
His fingers lightly brushed against it, his fingers stained by blood. The blood of the maid had sprayed over the locket.
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