Chapter 60 The Faceless Merchant

"What is it?" Judy asked.

Carl pointed. "That."

On the table was a photograph. Old. Faded. A woman with a child and a house with a white fence.

"That's my family," Carl said. His voice cracked. "That's my wife. My daughter. That's my house."

He stepped toward the stall.

"Carl," Maya said. "Don'...

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