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Vincent Montrel
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2026-07-07 19:00:19"It started when Marcus was nine years old," Dad said quietly.
Twenty years agoMarcus walked home from school, taking the shortcut through the warehouse district. He kicked at piles of stones on the ground, humming to himself.Then he heard gunshots.He froze. His two classmates beside him went pale."We have to go," one said, voice shaking with fear.Marcus's eyes turned toward the direction of the noise. His heart pounded, but his eyes were shining. "Let's check it
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