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It had been good to come home yesterday. The yellow house had seemed almost to shine in the afternoon sunlight when he had brought his daughter Jordan her present-- a new puppy. Everything had seemed so clean, the aftermath of his most recent case washed away by their joy and the sunlight.
It had lasted until he came downstairs and found the Polaroids in the mail.
Tonight, when Frank Black comes home, everything seems a little dimmer, a little less safe than it had before. He remembers the feeling from the beginning of the long haunted days in Washington, D.C.
I won't slip back into the paralysis of fear. I won't.
When he opens his front door and walks into a bar instead, it doesn't particularly help.
It had lasted until he came downstairs and found the Polaroids in the mail.
Tonight, when Frank Black comes home, everything seems a little dimmer, a little less safe than it had before. He remembers the feeling from the beginning of the long haunted days in Washington, D.C.
I won't slip back into the paralysis of fear. I won't.
When he opens his front door and walks into a bar instead, it doesn't particularly help.