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Jackson’s interview had a lot more of an effect than he could have ever dreamed of. “Wren,” Jackson said as he burst into their room. Wren was sitting cross legged on the bed squinting at the laptop. “Wren!”
He jumped at Jackson’s voice. “What?”
“Look.” Jackson tossed a newspaper at him. An actual, honest to God, printed newspaper. “One, I didn’t realize people still read physical newspapers? How are they still making money when literally everything is read online. And two? That.” He jabbed a finger at the paper Wren was examining. “Is from a small town in southern Oconee. A small town that is very against werewolf liberation.”
Wren’s brow was furrowed as he slowly read the headline. “Where’d you get this?”
“Someone mailed it in. Read!”
Wren slowly, so slowly, read through the front page article then turned to the n
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