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At My Father’s Graveside A Gravedigger Revealed The Coffin Was Empty And Handed Me A Key To The Truth

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of voice that thinks itself reasonable.

“Ms. Carter? We just want to talk.”

I said nothing.

A second voice, sharper: “Your mother involved you in something she shouldn’t have.”

I opened the envelope. The note inside was brief, my mother’s handwriting but smaller than usual, written fast.

Emily, if anyone follows you here, do not trust the police, Richard continue reading …

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