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... he tattered clothes, his fingers brushing a pocket. Something small and metallic shifted. Sid pulled it free, two shells, still intact despite the years. He clenched them in his hand, whispering under his breath.
"You held onto these. Maybe you couldn’t... maybe you couldn’t do it to her. So you saved them. Damn... I get it now."
Sid rose slowly, shotgun slung across his shoulder. His jaw tightened as he looked at both father and daughter, their tragedies now spread before him. W ...
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