The Shadow of the Guardian

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My brother, Julian, used to smell of old books and peppermint. He was the kind of man who would apologize to a spider before moving it outside. When our father died and left us with a bankrupt estate and a house full of grieving women—our mother and two aunts—Julian became our anchor. He was the only man left to hold the fragments of our lives together. But the neighborhood we lived in, a...

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