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What’s going on?

Mark approached her quickly and slid into the booth. “What the hell is going on?” he asked under his breath. Aunt Marcia didn’t flinch. She looked tired. Like someone who hadn’t slept properly in days. “Did you find the handle?” she asked softly. Mark nodded once. “I found more than that,” he said. “And now, I need some damn answers.”
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