Larkey stared into the twin black tunnels of the shotgun and felt nothing. He was not surprised by this. He’d felt nothing for a long time. No fear. No hope. Nothing. It had been like this since he’d gone into the Cleveland Clinic with his wife, Millie, and come out alone. And it wasn’t like he was numb. Or healing. That wasn’t quite it. He felt like a …
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