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33. Drawing the Line

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The air in Denver’s childhood home felt heavier than ever. He’d spent years memorizing the creaks in the hallway and the way sunlight painted the kitchen table at dusk, but lately, it all seemed shrouded in tension. This Sunday dinner was supposed to be a truce—a chance to move forward after the chaos of Marcus’s schemes and the office scandal. But as Denver walked through the door, he could sense that nothing had really been settled.

The table was set for six, though only five places were fill
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