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When Livia Moreau opened her eyes, the sterile white walls of the hospital room blurred before her.
The morning light spilled across the marble floor of the Cross estate. Lucian Cross, a man whose name
That morning’s patrol started like any other. My partner Rex — an older but still sharp German Shepherd
At my brother’s wedding, his fiancée slapped me in front of 150 guests because I refused to give up my house.
The courtroom buzzed as Ryan Cooper, 17, strolled in with a smirk. Hands stuffed in his hoodie, sneakers
The cop made my 72-year-old husband lay face-down on the asphalt in 97-degree heat, his arthritic knees
“Mom, he’s my brother!” The words slipped from my lips before I could even comprehend their weight.
Mariam stood on the little balcony of her apartment, where the sunset painted the sky in shades of honey and rose.
That evening, the grand imperial hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers as the city’s elite arrived
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