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An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

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” he said, but his voice was cut off as the partner slammed the heavy doors shut from the outside.

The inside of the vehicle smelled of rubbing alcohol, cold vinyl, and the faint scent of diesel exhaust.

Wendy began typing on a small black screen, her fingers moving in a steady, practiced rhythm that seemed to ignore the tension in the air.

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