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But Not Forgotten by Martin Roy Hill

That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.
– Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I didn’t set out to kill Frank Adams because I wanted his money. There was little enough of that left in the family to bicker over, let alone kill for. Besides, I already had gotten everything I could ever want or need from Frank. My wife. His friendship. His respect. I owed Frank Adams more than I could ever repay. And so I decided to kill him.

That Saturday we set out for the marina as we had done each weekend for more than a year, ever since we had placed Frank in the home.… Read the rest

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