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... down.

Antoine was still visibly withdrawn and distant. His eyes were red and watery. It was enough that when we walked back into the Lodge, people noticed. Dyer’s Lodge was never the happiest place on earth, but most people breathed a sigh of relief when they walked through the doors.

“Is he… hurt?” Grace asked as we walked by her. She was on the couch reading a book but looked up as soon as we came in.

“Bad run,” I said quickly as we walked by.

Antoine was lookin ...

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