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The Fortress at the Graveside

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Darren dropped to his knees in front of me.

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“Demi, please,” he begged. “We’re family. Ask Marcus for help. Anything. What would your father think?”

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I looked down at him.

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“Do not speak about my father,” I said quietly. “You lied beside his casket. You tried to humiliate me. You made your choices. Live with them.”

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I turned away.

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Outside, the air was cold, clean, bracing. Marcus opened the car door for me, and as I slid into the seat, I felt something inside my chest finally loosen.

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The knot was gone.

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The reckoning had come.

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And it wasn’t finished yet.

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