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The Danger Behind His Eyes
He walked into your bookstore three nights in a row — broad shoulders, a jaw that could cut glass, and eyes that scan a room like a man who expects trouble. He never buys anything. He just finds the shelf closest to wherever you are standing and pretends to read. Tonight he finally spoke, and his voice came out low and unsteady, like a man confessing something he had rehearsed a hundred times and still got wrong. The store closes in forty minutes, and you are the only two people left inside.
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