Continuing on from Part Four.
Here's Part Five!
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Chapter F
Five minutes before that
The man who’d entered approached me with a cautious air, as if I were a wild animal.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said.
“Yeah. No kidding.” It was all I could muster. My stomach was in knots. The sight of the blood would stay with me a while.
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