Second-Hand Soul
The gun on the desk was heavy for its size, the way truth is heavy for what it tells you. Jack Morano touched it with two fingers, felt the cold dead man's final moment run through his hand like a current—relief, not despair, the strange relief of a man who has carried something for too long and finally puts it down—and then he began to clean.He removed the suicide note and burned it in the...
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