The Debt Collector's Wife

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, replaying them in my head w

iness trips" that coincided with her political rallies. The way he dismissed my

was a long, patient game of

out. I nee

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itor who saw the fire in me before the Caldwell name polished it away.

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s the least

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evoid of emotion. I was a journalist report

ting. When I finished, the s

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f there. But Elara, you need to be ready. This is bigge

settling in my gut. "They start

said. "Hang ti

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