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Exposed and alone with eight victims, Miller grabbed the PA microphone. “State Police air support is overhead!” he shouted, his voice booming and authoritative. “Drop your weapons, or you will be engaged!” It was a bluff, supported only by Duke’s ferocious barking. The men across the median hesitated, weighed their options, and ultimately decided to retreat, roaring off in a cloud of dust.
When backup finally arrived, Miller collapsed against the truck’s tire, the adrenaline rush hitting him like a physical blow. He watched as paramedics swarmed the victims, providing oxygen and care that had been denied to them in their wooden prisons.
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