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The air in the room curdled. Their mother, Clara, was the only name never spoken in this room. She hadn't died; she had simply walked out one Tuesday morning ten years ago and never looked back.

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"She gave it to me," Julian whispered, his bravado slipping. "She called me the night before she left. She said one of us had to get out before the walls closed in." The air in the room curdled