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CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT: I Don't Feel Free

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Nobody moved after the shot.

The courtyard stayed exactly as it was with people frozen where they stood and the sound of the gunshot still hanging in the morning air like it hadn't fully decided to leave yet. Maxwell was on the ground and the light was the same and the birds somewhere beyond the wall were still going and somehow all of that felt deeply wrong. Like the world should have shifted on its axis after something this heavy and it simply hadn't bothered.

Michael was the one who finally
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