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... is shoes.
The sun was barely peeking through the mist, casting a soft haze over Solmere.
His chest was tight, and not from the jog—he knew what was waiting for him.
Mr. Frank.
The man’s messages had grown more relentless with every passing minute.
Missed calls, then texts, then more missed calls. Mark didn’t want this confrontation—not yet, maybe not ever—but it was here.
The cool morning air scraped at his face as he walked briskly, the village al ...
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