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... lt heavy in his hand, like it was about to explode the second the screen lit up. He could already imagine it, Clyde’s name flashing again and again, message notifications stacking up one after another, missed calls piling up in red. Furious texts. Cold voice messages. That low, controlled tone Clyde used when he was trying very hard not to lose his temper.
Micah grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut for a second.
In his mind, he cursed Edmund from head to toe, from ancestors to des ...
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