Dear Cain, Who is The Killer?

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tion of guilt, of justice being served. The jury had deci

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rence, but no one looked at me like I was innocent. No one excep

presence is deafening. I couldn't read his expression, but bene

cross the room and slit the judge's throat with my bare hands. As if I were capable of

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to prove Ms. Lora

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court. My sentence had been given, the evidence was undeniable..

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amidst whispers of billion-dollar deals, but in an alley slicked wit

of a street lamp. My heels echoed as I walked, the umbrella in my hand an unn

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shoulders. His weight pressed into me and together

pain. I hesitated, watching as he fished a set of keys from his pocke

murmured, his voice faint but edge

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