The Breaking Point
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The pressure mounted as detectives calmly dismantled each lie he attempted. Finally, Flint slumped back in his chair, the fight leaving his body. “It wasn’t supposed to go this far,” he muttered.
“I just… needed a way out financially.” The detectives remained expressionless. Flint knew confession wouldn’t save him—but silence certainly wouldn’t.
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