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through the space, entering the kitchen. the bullets didn't reach here. from the window you can see the garden outside. apple trees and fields of wheat on the border. something's not right. anvi can hear something. can hear . . . breathing, can hear someone's panicked breathing. and-- )

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( inside is . . . well, apart from all the bullet holes, perfect. all swiss cheese. a living room with all the fancy lamps and books. a fireplace. a coffee table. a gramophone player. stairs leading up to bedrooms, multiple. you can smell the apple pie cooling down in the kitchen. anvi walks slowly

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━ in her gut, drawing her in, telling her to look closer. "Yeah, exactly." She said, anxiously tucking her hair behind her ear. Playing coy. "Nobody *was.* Except you."

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