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... across Mateo’s sprawling estate, a sharp, violent sound that should have been cathartic. Another clay pigeon disintegrated into a cloud of orange dust against the bruising purple of the Spanish twilight.
I didn’t feel the thrill of the hit. I didn’t feel the satisfaction of the perfect lead or the steady kick of the stock against my shoulder. I felt nothing. Just a cold, dense numbness that had been settling into my marrow since I walked out of that conference room.
Skeet shooti ...
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