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The cold evening wind blew gently against the curtains in Walter's bedroom. It wafted past the window pane across the floor and over his prone form. Gooseflesh rose in wake of the chilled air. But the young butler didn't seem to care. His eyes were dull, staring blankly about the ceiling. He felt agitated but wasn't sure of the cause. Lifting his right hand to his eyes, he examined the heart, head and life lines. The creases appeared deep as there was little visible light. Shadows waivered gently as the butler rolled onto one side and then to the opposite. Even laying comfortably didn't seem to calm his burdened mind. Something terrible was

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