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2:03 a.m. - The Shack
Luca hadn't moved in over an hour.
He sat on the couch in silence, bathed in the flicker of firelight, his back straight, hands folded like he was waiting for judgment.
The others watched him from across the room.
No one spoke first.
Not even Lena.
It was Ivy who broke the silence.
"You were dead,"