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... , his thoughts consumed by that book, what was in it, what Rafael might have written about him.
But that was the past.
In the present, the only thing that mattered was saying goodbye without guilt, even if that was impossible.
He was already dressed in his black suit, staring at himself in the mirror of his room.
In his hand were pills, not the necessary medicine he had to take, but sedatives to ensure he wouldn't break down as they lowered the coffins. Pills that ...
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