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He just slowly shook his head from left to right. Wolfgang was at it again.

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The axe, with its stippled tip, was in his hand. Kim cleared her throat.

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She knew he was alive, but beyond that he was a mystery. You work less hours. He shuffled to one side as Kim passed him and headed down the hall.