Maurice leaned down and picked up the discarded shotgun, tsk-tsking.
He tossed it into the trunk on top of the dozens of robes and slippers of various sizes and colors. Then the reached up above the door frame and took down the small can of talc he’d used to cover his footprints every time he’d been in the storage area and tossed it into the trunk
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