The dog was already dead when Cora Beaumont found him behind the storage shed. Julian had done it efficiently: a single shot from his father's old rifle, buried in a hole six feet deep beneath a pa...
Shadow didn't make a sound. He just collapsed, his massive body folding onto the grass like a tent whose poles have been cut. Julian stood over him for a moment, adjusting his grip on the rifle, then walked back to the house without looking at the window. Cora descended the stairs. She did not run. She walked slowly, deliberately, through the Beaumont house -- past the parlor with its peeling...
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