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The first thing anyone on Elm Street knew about Agatha Holloway was that she was nosey. The second thing was that she was proud of it. She considered it her civic duty, a neighborhood watch of one, perpetually stationed behind her lace curtains with a glass of sweet tea sweating in her hand. The house
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The old Victorian home creaked and sighed, settling into the silence of their first night without parents. Rain tapped a gentle, sporadic rhythm against the windowpanes. For fifteen-year-old Maya, it was a peaceful sound, allowing her to relax. For eight-year-old Chloe though, the sound of the rain was masking unseen threats. “Maya?” a small voice
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Elias pulled the old Eldorado to the side of the road just inside the city limits of Marrow Creek, Texas. The paint was peeling in spots, but in his mind, the old gal was still as gorgeous as the day he bought her. He draped his suit jacket across the passenger seat, popped the hood,
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