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at their worst.

“And you told him no,” he said.

“I told him that his debts were his own to carry,” I said, smoothing the cool earth over the bulb. “I told him that I would not sell my life to purchase his silence.”

Raymond nodded once, a brief, firm gesture of agreement. He went back to digging, his shoulder muscles working under his heavy brown tweed continue reading …