The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

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“Hemlock was our father’s friend,” I stated, the words tasting like ash.

“He was the one who pushed for Sean to join the special projects division,” Sean said, his voice laced with venom. “He wasn’t recommending him. He was acquiring him. Mom and Dad’s little boy, the prodigy sniper. He wanted me for his personal cleanup crew.”

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