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...warm. He moved himself across the floor and leaned up against the wall. He closed his eyes and took in deep breaths. His breathing was staggered and his body still shook. He brought his convulsing and wet hands to his face and wept. He cried because of the terror, of the pain, of the relief. His bloody hands had been cleansed. His past had finally died with Frankie Mazagotti.

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