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Not from sidewalks. Not openly. Redemption, Colorado had mastered the art of judgment without fingerprints. They watched from behind lace curtains and the fog of kitchen windows. Their silence was thick and smudgy, like chimney smoke on a windless day.
Eighteen. Orphaned. Homeless.
Mr. Finch adjusted his coat, a small motion that felt like a verdict. “You and your flock need to be off this property by sundown.”
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