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18- Breaking into the cannery (i)

CLAIRE

I should’ve walked away. Any sane person would’ve. But sanity was a currency I stopped carrying a long time ago.

The spiral burned in my head. And the paper—A.P.—it was worse. A clue dangled just far enough to keep me hungry. They knew I’d bite. They wanted me gnawing at it like a dog at a ...